I counted an approximate number of pages assigned to me this weekend and found them to fall somewhere near the 500 mark. This might account for my concern for how I can fit them all in. Add to that a quiz and a writing assignment, as well. Rather interesting, though, I find these assignments; Life on the Mississippi, a chapter on modernization, mechanization and how the modern age has changed us, and a series of brilliant short stories with titles such as, "Like a Flock of Ducks", "Conscience" and "Numbers in the Dark".
28.9.06
Oh Professors
Ah, what entertainment they provide us with, each and every day. For instance, both my professors today wore birkenstocks; one accompanied by hiking socks, nontheless.
24.9.06
Isn't it Funny
Not being able to sleep can be cured by two things: getting up and finding something to eat, or pulling Stuart out from under the bed and searching files until some hidden early Capernwray photos are located. Being a person who so loves laying in bed - the longer the better - I reached under my bed.
And this is what I found.
It's like before and after photos. Not quite, but close.
And this is what I found.
It's like before and after photos. Not quite, but close.
23.9.06
Time's Almost Up
As the words "I'd better get some good sleep in cos school starts monday" slipped out of my mouth, it hit like a sack of books that my attempts to conquer the Summer Reading List 2006 is over.
The results are not as grim as some years, though not very impressive. Perhaps I set my goal too high. Perhaps that is not possible.
The Completed:
The Count of Monte Christo, Dumas
The Abolition of Man, Lewis
Reading Lolia in Tehran, Nafisi
More Work for the Undertaker, Allingham
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, Solzhenitsyn
Carry On, Jeeves, Wodehouse
Remains of the Day, Ishiguro
The Nearly Completed:
The Confessions of St Augustine, Augustine
The Idiot, Dostoyevsky
Dubliners, Joyce
The results are not as grim as some years, though not very impressive. Perhaps I set my goal too high. Perhaps that is not possible.
The Completed:
The Count of Monte Christo, Dumas
The Abolition of Man, Lewis
Reading Lolia in Tehran, Nafisi
More Work for the Undertaker, Allingham
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, Solzhenitsyn
Carry On, Jeeves, Wodehouse
Remains of the Day, Ishiguro
The Nearly Completed:
The Confessions of St Augustine, Augustine
The Idiot, Dostoyevsky
Dubliners, Joyce
20.9.06
Those Words
...Contrite. What does contrite mean? Who even knows? It's one of those words. Like zeal. And that other word - what was it? [five minutes later]: diligently. Did you say persistently? I think it's the same thing.
Okay, either christianese is encompassing a whole new level of words these days, or the public school system is not teaching vocabulary. The above was the not quite verbatim discourse of a few of my jr hiers tonight. They came up with maybe five more words of similar caliber a couple minutes later that I unfortunately cannot now recall. Equally as easy to define while not quite fitting for daily conversations around the lunch table or at recess. I guess.
Okay, either christianese is encompassing a whole new level of words these days, or the public school system is not teaching vocabulary. The above was the not quite verbatim discourse of a few of my jr hiers tonight. They came up with maybe five more words of similar caliber a couple minutes later that I unfortunately cannot now recall. Equally as easy to define while not quite fitting for daily conversations around the lunch table or at recess. I guess.
Stuck in My Head
It's amazing what you hear over and over and over and over while you're babysitting.
Yes, I am posting song lyrics. Don't read them unless you want to be transported to Scotland and green rolling hills and cute accents and memories of castles and sheep poo and Nessie.
By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright, on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love, were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks, of Loch Lomond
Oh ye'll tak' the high road An’ I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet
Again on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
We'll meet where we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep steep side, of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue, the hie-lands we view
And the moon looks out, frae the gloamin’
Still fair is the scene, but ah! how changed
Are the hopes that we fondly cherished
Like a wa-t'ry gleam, like a morning dream
On Cul-lo-dens field, they ha'e per-rished
The wild flowers spring, and the wee birds sing
And in sun-shine the waters, are sleepin’
But the broken heart, a kens nae second spring
And re-sign'd we may be, tho' we're greetin’
Yes, I am posting song lyrics. Don't read them unless you want to be transported to Scotland and green rolling hills and cute accents and memories of castles and sheep poo and Nessie.
By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright, on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love, were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks, of Loch Lomond
Oh ye'll tak' the high road An’ I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet
Again on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
We'll meet where we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep steep side, of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue, the hie-lands we view
And the moon looks out, frae the gloamin’
Still fair is the scene, but ah! how changed
Are the hopes that we fondly cherished
Like a wa-t'ry gleam, like a morning dream
On Cul-lo-dens field, they ha'e per-rished
The wild flowers spring, and the wee birds sing
And in sun-shine the waters, are sleepin’
But the broken heart, a kens nae second spring
And re-sign'd we may be, tho' we're greetin’
Where To Start
This was quite nearly another photoblog. But I am entirely too lazy at this moment in time. Though I am rested. A full (though interrupted) eight hours of sleep, combined with a mug of coffee results in my brain actually working without pain. Another highlight of the morning would be that I didn't wake up with the residual unpleasantness of a stress dream. A school stress dream as yesterday. Which is most likely the reason that I am even bothering to sit and guess four times in a row what my password is for the PSU website and why what I *swear* is my password isn't working. It worked. Now it has come to my attention that three out of four of my professors are male this term. I have had one male professor at PSU. Man, I have a sweet schedule. Today I have a sweet schedule, too. I work at 1pm and have youth after that. I'm so excited to see this new batch of jr hiers. Jr Hi is such a unique time of life. It can be so exciting and be such a great time of learning and growth. Or it can just be tormenting. I'm really excited to be able to help make it the former. This week also includes a lot of work and hanging out with Josh. But not Rose. She has left us. Well, I did hang out with Rose one day this week, and that was fantastic. But now she is a few hours away. That's okay, though. She will have lots of fun and come visit often (*hint wink*). Two years ago today it was I that left the fair city of Portland. And here I sit, still excited about the prospects of eating fresh fruit every day. Granted, the rest of my thinking, life, friends, relationship with God, have changed, but that is what is important at this very second. Also at this moment I am sort of wishing that I was posting photos of the past week which was so much fun I want no one left out. Not to mention Megan and Janice (lovely, dear hostesess) would like to have some of the photos. I would like to have some breakfast. Patience is a virtue - you'll get your photos in a bit.
12.9.06
Good Old Fashioned Fun
It's as big as my FACE! I wanted to eat it.
Walking in Bridal Veil. Josh did not find the water temperature pleasing.
Go Timbers! AHhhhh!! Alas, yet lucky for the Schrecks, the Charleston Battery won the match.
Snooping at the Pitock Mansion.
11.9.06
Blogger, It Has Been Too Long
You know you been away from your blog too long when you have to stop and think about what your font is. And then you publish and you realise you got it wrong.
I would post pictures, but I don't quite have time. I would write something about all the fun things that have been going on, but again, I don't have time. I'm squeezing this post in while checking up on Map Quest for how to get to work tomorrow and going to bed.
I would post pictures, but I don't quite have time. I would write something about all the fun things that have been going on, but again, I don't have time. I'm squeezing this post in while checking up on Map Quest for how to get to work tomorrow and going to bed.
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