Snippet of an IRC chat with my friend Val:
Bertha: I really can’t tell if my internet connection is getting slower, or if I’m just getting less patient.
Val: Yes.
Snippet of an IRC chat with my friend Val:
Bertha: I really can’t tell if my internet connection is getting slower, or if I’m just getting less patient.
Val: Yes.
Our oven has been in this house since it was built. It doesn’t heat well, a couple of the burners are askew, and the door doesn’t close properly. We’ve been talking about replacing it for a while now, but one of us (ahem) keeps putting it off.
Today mi esposo said, “We need to resolve this problem with the oven. Come with me and we’ll go look at ovens and decide which one we want.”
I immediately entered Whine Mode. “I don’t wanna. I hate shopping.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“We’ll have to go to a whole bunch of different stores.”
“At least three or four, yes.”
“But I really hate shopping.”
“But you’ll do it anyway, because you love me,” he said brightly.
“…you bastard.”
Guess what I’ve been doing all day? They deliver the thing next weekend.
We’ve got one more week of classes—two days of actual class, and three days of exams.
Two of my classes aren’t actually having exams. One is having a guest speaker come talk to us about her real-life work experience with fraud and internal controls; in the other one we’re just supposed to stand in front of the class and give a brief presentation on the final paper we wrote. Normally I loathe presentations, but this is a very laid-back class and all the students are very supportive of each other. I don’t anticipate it being a problem. (I finished the paper itself several weeks ago.)
This morning out of curiosity I calculated what I need on my Intermediate final if I want to make an A in the class. Turns out I’ll need at least a 32. I’m not too worried about that final.
Yesterday the three of us who competed in the PBL State Leadership Conference went to a little award ceremony in the student lounge to get our certificates. During the ceremony I learned that the tests we took were 400-level tests. As in, some of the people we were competing against were fourth-year university students. Maybe sixth place wasn’t that bad.
I think I embarrassed Super Smart Guy a bit when I cheered as he went to accept his first-place plaque. You really just can’t take me anywhere.
Our big huge semester-long project was due today.
The cafeteria was strangely empty at lunch. I was looking around wondering where all my accounting buddies were. Where’s the Sweet, Studious Boy? Where’s Energetic Outgoing Guy, or Sociable Senior Student, or Tall Brainy Dude?*
Just before class started, Tall Brainy Dude strolled in looking amused. “There were, like, eighteen people in the ILC**, finishing this project,” he informed us. Part of his amusement was that he was one of those people. “I had a choice over the weekend to work on this, or play video games with my friends,” he added later. “I made a bad choice.”
Schadenfreude isn’t nearly as much fun as I thought it would be. I figured I’d get to sit around feeling all smug and superior because I turned mine in weeks ago, but instead I just felt bad for all the people scrambling to make the deadline. Been there too many times myself, I guess.
Still, the instructor is a lot nicer than I would be about it—if they’re turned in late, he’s just going to mark off 10% of the grade for each day overdue. If it were me, I wouldn’t accept them late, period. So I haven’t completely forsaken bitchiness.
Oh yeah, the test I was fretting about because I’d finished it so quickly? I got a 100. But I still maintain that I could misunderstand the material without realizing it. Just wait, one of these days I’ll bomb spectacularly on a test. That’ll show him.
Last night I was reviewing for a test today, and talking to my husband about a test we had yesterday.
“I either did really well, or really poorly,” was my conclusion.
“How do you mean?”
“Well, I finished it fairly quickly. So either I did well, or I have some fundamental misunderstanding of the material that I’m not aware of yet.”
He was amused. “Has that ever actually happened?”
“… it could…”
Our Waren Distributing project is due Monday, the huge semester-long project that was assigned the second week of class. I turned mine in a couple of weeks ago. Several of my classmates have also turned theirs in.
Of course, a number of them have not. A few haven’t even started the thing yet. I plan to sit back and laugh when they finally start on it and realize just how much work is involved. Schadenfreude, anyone?
Friday was the 2008 Phi Beta Lambda State Leadership Conference. Wake Tech had 38 students competing.
I was taking the test for Accounting Analysis and Decision Making. Two of my classmates, Super Smart Guy and Former Navy Guy, took the Accounting Principles test. That would have been my choice as well, but each school can only have two people in a particular test.
Out of the 38 who competed, 36 of us placed in our respective events. I placed sixth (my first question was “Out of how many?” but I’m told there were at least ten). Former Navy Guy placed fifth, and Super Smart Guy placed first. He’ll go on to compete in the national competition.
Naturally the instructors at Wake Tech are tickled pink, as this reflects quite well on them. The accounting department head was practically skipping to class today.
Angry Profressor related an e-mail she got yesterday—seems the young man missed a class, and wants to schedule a meeting so she can go over everything he missed with him. He’s free evenings and weekends.
I missed a class last Friday because I had some kind of stomach bug. I e-mailed another student to get the assignments, worked them over the weekend, and went to see the instructor yesterday during his office hours to go over the problems I’d had trouble with.
Clearly I need a much larger sense of entitlement.
The spousal unit took the boys up to Canada this week. They’re out of school, and they wanted to see some historical family property that’s going to be sold out of the family within the year.
I am not out of school this week, so I stayed here.
The place has been freakishly quiet. Even more eerie is the way things stay where I put them. I clean up the kitchen, I go to bed, I wake up and the kitchen is still clean. It’s totally weirding me out.
I haven’t done much besides go to school and do homework this week. However, that’s not to say I haven’t been productive:
That Practices thing was assigned the second week of the semester. The professor cautioned us, “Make sure you work on this, I won’t be reminding you,” and I have been. I know at least three of my classmates have already turned theirs in—most of us are overachievers. I’m sure there will be at least a few who wait until the week before it’s due to start, and will then be panicking. I plan to laugh and mock them openly.
And the Software projects are all we’ll be doing for the rest of the semester. As in, I’m now finished with my Accounting Software class.
So I can now breathe a little easier, because all these big projects that were piling up as the end of the semester approaches are out of the way. Next week I can just concentrate on studying for the State Leadership Conference test.