After Easter catching up.

Well, I'm back from my week and a half in Lafayette with Kelley and Chris. It was so great seeing them. Kelly might start looking in Lafayette for a job, and if she finds something that pays enough, then they might be moving here sooner than originally planned. That really breaks my heart. But we're all trying not to think about that too hard, because she could still find a job in Seattle and then we'll just have to go back to sitting on our hands and waiting. Mom feels a lot better about it now than she used to. She's starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Nathan and I came home last night and woke up feeling nauseated. He's still feeling it, and he has to teach tonight. Bleh.

For those of you who read the wheel of time, I found Mat's boxers! Weeks ago at Walmart, Nathan came up to me with these loud bxers that were shimmery and had red flameys and gold dragons all over them. I had to get them, because they were Rand's boxers. They are exactly what I think the Dragon Reborn would wear if he wore boxers. Well, last week. I found the same boxers, except that the flameys were blue and there were silver dice instead of dragons! So if anyone out there sees a pair of shimmery flamey boxers with wolves on them, PLEASE let me know.

Saturday is Daisy's birthday, we're gonna try to see her, but I really don't know whether or not that will pan out.

I think I'm done babbling for now, so have a good day.

The curve

Well, I got my grade back for my physio psych test, and it was a little disappointing. I got a 78. I really thought that got at least a B, and it was close, but I could've done better. However, the class average was a 58.7. It just really made me sad for the other students, and a bit angry that they are apparently not trying and just screwing themselves. So today I went to campus with Nathan because there was this big graduation sale and I needed my cap and gown, and announcements and stuff (aw damn). While I was on campus I went by Dr. H's office to ask what the highest grade in the class was. (What can I say, I was hopeful.) She said that it was a 78. Apparently me and one other guy got the same grade. I was thrilled for me, but kinda sick for the rest of the class. The highest grade was a C! That's retarded! So I sat in her office and we discussed possible things to do to help the rest of the class out. It was awesome. We collaborated! Kick ass. And then we just talked about other stuff, like what my plans were after school and stuff like that. It was fun! I'm gonna have to check out the geriatric unit, cause she mentioned it to me again, as a place I could work until I have a higher degree. I love Dr. H

So, now I have two 100s (after the curve) If I can set the curve on the rest of the test I can actually get my B for the class. After my screw up, my only hope in getting a B was if I get 100s on everything else. I didn't think it was possible before, but now I'm beginning to hope. This is crazy, but I love this class! It's such an exciting struggle! I collaborated with my mentor!

I think that's what she is. I've only ever had her in on other class, but, in a certain way she inspires me. When I'm having my little pipe dreams about astounding my colleagues at an APA convention with my brilliance, (American Psychological Association, for those who don't know) she's always in them, nudging an elbow, pointing at me and saying, "She was my student you know." God I hope she never reads this.

Blood and stuff

Well, since my last post I have managed to destroy any hope of getting an a in the course I take the most pride in this semester. You remember, physiological psych? There was a written assignment, I didn't realize that it was worth as much as it was, and I also did not realize that it would not be accepted late. Looking at the syllabus occasionally can be a wonderful idea. Last night I was working on the second half of a two day cram fest for my second test in this class. (There's nothing quite like learning about the effects of sleep deprivation and how sleep is important for learning, when you're sleep deprived and trying to learn.) When poor Nathan in his drugged, pained, sleepy, and nauseated state gave me an opportunity to take a break that I really didn't want so that I could clean a sizable mess he made in the bathroom. Poor Nathan. Check his blog for the details. So I took the test this morning, and I think I did pretty well. Afterwards I went to talk to my prof about the assignment and I think I have a small chance at recovering a little from my blunder. Also the talk helped me to know that our teacher-student relationship has not been destroyed by the incident. I think I'm her "teacher's pet" I've never been one before. I think I impress her, and that feels really good.

In other news, I got jealous of all of Nathan's bleeding yesterday, so I went and donated blood! It was the first time in over a year. It's still kinda scary for me, even though I've done it a few times now. It always burns when they insert it, but after that it really doesn't bother me. This time when she inserted it she had an "oops" look on her face. I was so proud of myself, I remained calm and tried not to show any signs of stress, because I'm sure that just makes it herder for her to get it right. So she wiggled it around a bit and I think my forced relaxation helped, both of us, because with all the readjusting, it didn't really hurt. Yay! She said there'd be a pretty bad bruise though. I told her it didn't matter what color my arm was, I wasn't hurting, and that's what matters to me. So I left and waited for Nathan to finish a test. While I waited I climbed a tree. I was so proud. I climbed a tree while missing a pint and wasn't but a little weak and light headed. I'm such a hoss.