The Myth & The Majesty

The confusion continues. Tuesdays seem to be the days for odd discoveries. Hmmm ... Much stress. Big presentation for work tomorrow. I'm downright scared right now, but that's probably mostly due to the fact that I have NO IDEA what to expect. On the bright side, in 24 hours, it'll all be over. Thank goodness. Then there are just papers left, but papers I can handle. And a presentation for senior design, but that's a group thing. Ten days and it's just finals week. I like finals week. Things are oddly easier during finals week.

I lied. I have no interest in writing about child punishment right now. None. It's been far too strange a week to revert back to that. I have NO DESIRE WHATSOEVER to be back at school. We're down to 18 days until the end of finals week. Thanksgiving has passed and the last-month crunch is on. Four papers have yet to be written, one presentation must be given, and there are at least three regular tests and four final exams to take. This is why my true best friend is The Class That Ends Mid-Semester. Thanksgiving was pretty awesome. Vacation started (for me) on Tuesday night after astronomy, when Darren was here. Yay Darren! It was still strange to see him again, after nine months of blogging and phone calls, but fun to relax and watch "The Emperor's New Groove." Yeah, we're college students. Wednesday, I spent about eight hours in a car, first going from here to Yankton, then Yankton to Mitchell, then Mitchell to Huron. It was all pretty fun (Mitchell was inter

So I read this story ... Now, when I read the headline and the caption that went with the photo, I was alarmed and immediately took the daughter's side (funny how that works). Read on for the whole thing. --------------- (Courtesy of Yahoo) Mom Makes Teen Stand on Street With Sign By SEAN MURPHY, Associated Press Writer Wed Nov 16, 9:42 PM ET EDMOND, Okla. - Tasha Henderson got tired of her 14-year-old daughter's poor grades, her chronic lateness to class and her talking back to her teachers, so she decided to teach the girl a lesson. She made Coretha stand at a busy Oklahoma City intersection Nov. 4 with a cardboard sign that read: "I don't do my homework and I act up in school, so my parents are preparing me for my future. Will work for food." "This may not work. I'm not a professional," said Henderson, a 34-year-old mother of three. "But I felt I owed it to my child to at least try." In fact, Henderson has seen a turnaround in her daugh

Where did I go wrong? Everything feels a bit off today, and I really don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with a lack of good sleep. Maybe it's because I'm sick of school and don't want to be here in the first place. Well, I had an outpouring of topics after the last post. I'm not sure I can make a whole post out of most of them (except the aliens idea, but I'm not sure how up to that I am right now), but here are some bits for everybody: -Cows. Thanks, Jen. I should have expected this from you. I don't have much experience with cows. I like steak. Leather's pretty cool. (I just had a vision of me getting stoned by PETA.) Cows themselves are kind of ugly, and they smell bad, too. -Facebook. Not that I haven't mentioned it before, but I'm still addicted. It's kind of odd. It's probably the second-longest addiction I've had (Cherry Pepsi being the longest, at 4 years and counting). You're right, Zeeb, it's a good way of

That title is misleading. Usually when I use a title like that, it implies that it has actually happened. I haven't fallen asleep in the lab. That would be the ultimate in nerdy. I am, however, zoning out in the lab. I'm as good as unconscious. So much to do, so much time spent on a computer. Despite my "week off," I feel as though I've accomplished nothing. This isn't really true -- I have the homework assignments to prove it -- but there's something about hours of typing that boil down to 10 pages of veritable crap to make you feel as though you haven't really done anything. That and the fact that most of your blood has pooled in your lower body due to lack of physical activity. Egads. So ... How's it going? Life is okay here. Pretty uneventful. Homework, regular work, etc. etc. Very much unlike last week, but that's not a bad thing. I could use a good six months before another Week like last week. This week's major event is

Theoretically, that is. All of the ChE professors are in Cincinnati (you'd be amazed by how long it took me to spell that correctly), along with a large chunk of the grad student sector. As such, there are no ChE classes this week, at least for my class, until Friday afternoon. In reality, there are papers to write and homework to be done, along with reading to be caught up on. Personally, I'd just settle for whatever it is clogging up my lungs to go away. (Goal for the week: be in perfect health by Friday. Sooner, if at all possible.) It's not really a week off so much as a week of "independent study." Egads. Darren, you're right. I've already talked about the Facebook phenomenon. I still don't fully understand why it's so freakishly addicting. Maybe it has something to do with virtual popularity. Maybe it's so we can check up on old acquaintences (and compare ourselves, much like a high school reunion). Maybe it's just because