Last week my classmate, the Born Again Delinquent, was knitting a dishrag. She was using a pattern she’d been taught by her grandmother, and offered to show me.

I’m taking 17 credit hours this semester, I chauffeur my son to swim practice two nights a week, and I’m trying to squeeze in drum lessons. Clearly I have too much free time on my hands and need another hobby, and Tuesday I brought in a pair of needles and a skein of cotton yarn and BAD showed me how to knit a dishrag.

knitted dishrag
This is my dishrag.

I finished it Tuesday night at my son’s swim practice. Half a dozen people came over to see what I was knitting, and several of them knew about hand-knitted dishrags and remarked on what nice rags they are. One little boy was fascinated by the idea—can’t say I blame him, I still think it’s amazing that I can take a bunch of string and turn it into something. I encouraged him to hold it and feel it. “Go ahead, you can’t hurt it.” His little brother was interested but wouldn’t touch it; I think the needles themselves were a little scary to him.

I felt like the Keeper of the Lost Arts, or something.

Now I just have to get BAD to show me what to do with those little tail ends of yarn, and I can start washing some dishes with it.

Fair Weather

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Jan 302008
 

Yesterday it turned warm. I wandered into Taco Bell in a t-shirt.

“What’s it like outside?” asked the cashier, handing me my change.

Me: “It’s nice, it really warmed up.”

She: *wistful sigh*

Me: “Oh—it’s really cold and miserable, you’d hate it.”

She laughed at my feeble effort.

Jan 242008
 

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Angst

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Jan 232008
 

Directions in our assignment schedule for the online class:

“Submit the assignment file to the instructor through the assignment area in the chapter folder of the course documents section of blackboard.”

Now, given these instructions, where would you think to submit your homework files?

BlackBoard screenshot
Screenshot of BlackBoard

It seems most, if not all, of the class submitted them through that Course Documents button. We were allowed to do so by BlackBoard, and our “Grades” section reflected that those assignments were submitted.

Sunday there was an announcement that most of us had not submitted our homework. Among other things, it said (in red letters, with boldface and underlining):

Please submit your assignments in the Assignments Feature.

Please notify me if you have any problems. Be sure to review the directions for submitting assignments in both your textbook and in the proper section of the BLACKBOARD ONLINE STUDENT ORIENTATION.

That’s right, we’re being chastised for not reading directions. Apparently we were all supposed to be going through the Assignments button. At least we think we were; various classmates have e-mailed the teacher and posted to the discussion board asking for clarification, and so far haven’t gotten a response. There’s growing angst about the assignments, whether they were or were not credited, and how exactly we’re supposed to be submitting them.

Oh yeah, another thing: Under Course Documents, there are “Chapter” folders, as described in the directions. If we use that Assignments button, there are no “Chapter” folders. There are “Assignment” folders, which cover several chapters. And if you don’t submit all the assignments covered at once, guess what? You can’t submit the remainder. Several of us have discovered this the hard way, by submitting the assignments for Chapter 3 and then attempting to submit those for Chapter 4 a day or two later.

Yeah. I’m confused too.

Winter Weather

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Jan 172008
 

We got a bit of winter weather last night, just enough to put some ice on the roads. Wake County schools are on a two-hour delay.

Wake Tech is also on a delay. Classes before 10am are canceled.

Guess what time my first class starts?

Oh well. Maybe the next round of winter weather will happen on a day when I have an 8am class.

 

I imagine you were quite pleased to discover my 2GB flash drive in the computer lab last night. You could have left it where it was, or even turned it in to the lost and found. But as I learned when I arrived at the lab at eight o’clock this morning, you chose instead to keep it for yourself. Because apparently you can come up with the thousands of dollars necessary for tuition and books to attend a college, but you can’t scare up twenty bucks to buy your own flash drive.

Perhaps you were hoping it would contain some confidential personal information which you could use for more ambitious larceny. If so, you were out of luck. All that was on the drive was the last four semesters’ worth of my assignments. I wonder if you even paused to speculate whether I had backups of those files. Fortunately I do, although I will not enjoy re-creating the two hours’ worth of work I had done in the lab yesterday.

You are a petty thief, and I hope my flash drive causes you nothing but grief. May it gather more viruses than a day care toddler, and infect your computer with every one of them. More realistically, I hope you try to pass off one of my old assignments as your own and get your dishonest ass expelled. You suck.

Love and kisses,
-Bertha

 

Ah, the statement of cash flows. My old nemesis, we meet again. How you have confounded me in the past with your convoluted trickery.

The courses I’m taking this semester are all the courses scheduled to be in the last semester of the standard two-year curriculum. As such, they’re all advanced, high-level classes with an intensive workload.

Then I learned that the Accounting Software class is only offered in the spring, and if I want to finish this year I’d better take it this semester. So I’ve added another helping to my plate. Its on-campus class conflicted with my Ethics in Accounting, so I tried to sign up for the online class.

The online class was full. So I harassed the instructor and the department head into squeezing one more student in.

The department head is also the instructor for my Internal Systems and Controls class. Fortunately he’s not the vindictive sort. At least I don’t think he is.

I got out of sync with the curriculum schedule in the first semester, when I had to take a math class before I could take ACC 120. ACC 120 is a prereq for all the other accounting classes. This meant I couldn’t actually start the accounting part of my accounting curriculum until the third semester. And that is why I’m taking three years to complete a two-year degree. I picked up all the non-accounting classes I could in the first two semesters, so I’ll be pretty heavy on the accounting this year. I’ll be dreaming in debits and credits.

I find the classes dealing with auditing and fraud investigation to be my favorites. Maybe I’ll be a number narc.

And tonight when I went to sync up my flash drive with its backup folder, I couldn’t find it. I’m fairly certain I left it in one of the computers in the Individualized Learning Center. I sure hope it’s still there tomorrow. There’s nothing compromising on there, no bank account information or anything—just assignment files, all of which are backed up except the ones I did this afternoon. Still, I’d sure like to get it back.

 

Yesterday he harassed me for almost an hour because he was bored, his brother was too tired to play with him, and I wouldn’t let him play on the PS2 because I was doing something that required concentration.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“I already answered you.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“You’re not capable of being quiet.”

“Yes I am.”

(After forty-five minutes of this): “Kid, at this point I’m not going to let you play on the PS2 no matter what you say, because it would just teach you that if you harass me for forty-five minutes you’ll get what you want. I’m not setting myself up for that.”

“But there’s nothing else to do!”

“There’s plenty to do. You just don’t want to do it because you’ve made up your mind to play with the PS2. But that’s not going to happen.”

Much sulkage ensued.

Today, when he got home from school, he spent that same forty-five minutes happily doing math problems on paper. He wanted to work out what terminal velocity is in kilometers per second.

Nothing else to do, my ass.

Jan 022008
 

We’ve all been playing with our new toys. Spousal Unit used his Christmas bonus to get us both new Dell laptops. If I wasn’t afraid of breaking it I’d take it to bed with me.

A couple of weeks ago he said, “I didn’t get you much for Christmas this year.”

I had to laugh. “Are you kidding? You got me a car for my birthday and a laptop for Christmas. I got no complaints!”

Both the boys have been circling like vultures, dropping subtle hints like “What are you going to do with your old laptop, Mom?” However, neither of their grades in school this year have been good enough to warrant a reward of this magnitude—at the moment they don’t even have their desktops, which they were given on the condition that they do well in school. (I am getting A’s, and one B.) I’ll have to talk to the Spousal Unit, but in all likelihood I’ll sell it.

But man, you should see World of Warcraft on the new one. That picture is crisp. I’m totally geeking out.

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