It’s currently a quarter to three. I have successfully avoided going to bed by cleaning house, doing homework and now writing a blog post. It’s not that I don’t want to bed, it’s more that in the past few weeks I seem to have lost the ability to sleep. But, as it’s not affecting my daily activities, I’m more annoyed than concerned.
I survived last semester, despite what the frequency of my posting may have implied. In fact, I thrived. I got a 3.90 GPA for the semester. My GPA is now high enough that I can get a job on campus–you know, if there were a job opening on campus that I was qualified to do–and I have started summer semester. I have two blocks of classes–Fit For Life (a health/exercise class) and 2D design first block, and then at the end of June, I’ll start stress management (stressed? who me?) and creative writing in the second block, with an online math class all semester long.
I’m beginning to think that the start-of-semester drama might just become a regular thing. I don’t know how what happened this week compares to what happened last semester–I suppose it’s worse, but I’m not as emotionally torn up about it.
Okay, so Monday, first day of class. Minor freak out because I’m the largest and most out of shape person in my Fit for Life class–even though that wasn’t really a surprise. Fat folk would tend to avoid that class, and get the required credit from a health class that would allow them to be sedentary. My 2D design class turned out to be nothing at all like I was expecting–and will require much more work. Slightly bigger freak out about that. After spending a lot of money on books, I came home, and began working on my online math class (I am NOT going to let myself fall behind) and then…blue screen of death. A couple of hours trying to get the computer to restart, followed by a couple of phone calls to my computer engineer of a brother-in-law, and my hard drive died. Completely.
Granted, it was much better to have this happen on the first day of the new semester rather than, say, three weeks ago when I was finishing up my final English paper and studying for finals, but it still left me in tears. Fortunately, the Brother-in-law has a several unused computers lying around his house and he (or, more properly, Sis) offered me use of one of them until I can get a new hard-drive.
So, Tuesday, no school, I went up to Sis’s house to trade computers (eventually, I was having car trouble on that day as well) and because she wasn’t feeling good, to keep her from killing her kids (it wasn’t QUITE that bad, but I did see some spectacular tantrums). This included several very educational games of “I Spy” to wit:
me: Is it a stoplight?
me: is a go light?
It’s a little scary that I’m learning to think like a four-year old.
Then home, and more time and trips to Best Buy to set up the loaner computer than should have been strictly necessary. But, it works, I’m on line, and once again stressing over random story problems with no real-world application. But, once again, I hope that this constitutes all of the drama alotment for summer semester–or even just first block–so I can concentrate on my studying and getting through school as quickly as possible.
I feel like I’ve been doing a lot of complaining lately. It just seems that right now, whenever something goes right for me, two other things go wrong.
My computer broke again. I think it’s just the power supply, but I want the B-I-L to look at /fix it before I spend any money needlessly. The problem is the timing–the B-I-L’s family is going camping tomorrow, and it’s my grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary this weekend, so he’ll have no free time, then next weekend is G’s 4th birthday…yeah.
At least he’s through with school.
Speaking of school, I’m trying desperately to get a hold of my councilor. I’ve gotten very familiar with her voice on the answering machine. My goal was to go in and see her today before coming up to see Sis…except she’s out of the office again today. After taking a 4 day weekend. And being unreachable yesterday.
I’m so frustrated.
So, I don’t know when I’ll be able to blog again–I’m on my sister’s computer now, and I’ll be able to use Dad’s over the weekend…and maybe I’ll get lucky and whatever is wrong with my computer can be easily fixed and I’ll have it back tonight.
In the mean time, I’ll be trying desperately not to burst into tears too often.
I was getting ready to write a post yesterday, when my computer died. I’m grateful that my sister married a computer engineer–even if he was camping, and therefore unavailable at the time.
I managed to get a hold of Sis and the B-I-L, and B-I-L agreed to take a look at my computer, agreeing with me that it was probably the power cord. But not tonight–they were on their way to a play that the B-I-L’s sister is in. And so, I was preparing myself to face a weekend sans computer. Again.
But, I started thinking, and remembered that I had a surge-protector that I could attach to the power cord, and it would light up if it was getting power. So I did that. It spat and flickered, but eventually, lit up, and my computer then told me it was plugged in, and therefor usable. All I had to do, apparently, was threaten it with the B-I-L.
With all this drama I don’t remember what I was going to write about yesterday. But it was going to be good. Really.
This morning, I loaded the dogs into the car, and took them to the vet’s office to get shot. Er, I mean, to get their vaccinations–rabies and distemper and whatnot. Apparently, they haven’t been to the vet enough. Max was anxious, but it was more being in a strange place, surrounded by strange people and animals, including the cat next to us with an abscess that even I could smell. Lulu was having fun making friends with the other people, dogs, and yes, even the abscessed cat. She would have gone exploring back where the exam rooms are if she wasn’t on leash.
I asked the vet-tech who gave the shots about Lulu’s ear, and told her what I was doing for it. She said what I was doing was good, but told me something better to do. Which means, when the dogs get their hair cut on Thursday, then Lulu’s going to be shaved. To like an eighth of an inch all over, so I can get to her ear better. Lulu’s been shaved before, and, I have to say, a bald shih tzu is not a beautiful shih tzu. Pictures will follow. I promise.
My new roommate has started to move in, and I have mixed feelings about it. I like her, I really do–but I’m not really excited about having a roommate, extra income aside. But, she’s outgoing, and talkative, and has engaged me in more conversation in the past two days than I’ve had in a week. She’s going to be good for me.
And, if the cute boys who’ve been helping her move keep coming around, then all more the better, right?
The good news is, what with being without a computer, and hiding in my room to stay out of the way while the roommate moves in, I’ve gotten a lot of reading done. I’m not caught up, by any means, but it’s a good start. I always forget how much I love reading until I lose myself in a good book.
First of all, I really should apologize for yesterday (this mornings?) post. I know that night-time is always when I crash, and instead of making a whiny blog post, I should just go to bed, get a good nights sleep, and when I wake up, the world will be a happier place.
Anyway, on to the topic at hand. I was out running errands today. I listen to NPR in the car, mostly because I can’t stand watching the “news” on TV, but still want to stay connected with the world. The were, naturally, talking about the earthquake in Chile, and the threat of a tsunami throughout the pacific. The very first I heard about the earthquake and tsunami threat was when I opened my computer for the first time this morning, around 10am. This was approximately 10 hours after the earthquake struck, and they were already talking about the danger of a tsunami in places as far spread as Australia, Japan and Hawaii.
I was awestruck, sitting in the parking lot of the Wal-Mart, and not just because I ventured to go to the Wal-Mart on a Saturday (you’d think I’d know better by now). Do you realize how amazing it is that there was an earthquake in Chile, and people in danger of a tsunami thousands of miles away had most of the day to prepare? Think about it. If this earthquake had happened 100 years ago, or even 50 years ago, they might have been able to make phone calls, or send telegraphs–if the lines weren’t damaged, to warn of the impending disaster. Father back than that, people might listen to the wisdom of their elders, and when they see the sea retreating unusually far, they might know to run to high ground. (Or, in the case of the Indonesian tsunami in 2004, they might wander out to pick up fish and oysters). Today, people were given ample warning so that they could saunter up to high ground at their leisure–keeping the death toll to the hundreds, rather than the thousands.
Along that same line of thought–if, even as a child growing up in the 80’s, I was told that as an adult I’d have friends in California, Texas, New York and New Zealand that I communicated with on almost a daily basis, I’m not sure I would believe it–and I grew up with a computer. When my best friend in elementary school moved from central Utah to northern Utah, I never expected to see her again. But, again, but we are able to keep track of each other through Facebook, now.
I have a friend who lives 2000 miles away from me who gave birth yesterday. For most of human existence, the kid would be walking and talking before I would have found out about her, but I know that she was premature, her weight and length, that she was born via c-section, and that she has red hair. The baby isn’t 24 hours old, yet.
I keep a phone in my pocket that is smaller and more versatile than the communicators on the original Star Trek. If my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, I could call for help. I can talk to my sister while I’m traveling to see her. (and by traveling to see her, I mean walking from my apartment to the car, not while I’m driving–that’s too dangerous. Um, yeah *shifty eyes*) The fact that nearly every phone conversation I have includes a phrase that would have been considered insane even ten years ago, namely “Where are you?” shows how quickly technology has progressed. Even this blog–as soon as I hit the “publish” button, it will be visible to people all over the world. I’m slightly amazed that I’ve had visitors from places as far-flung Pakistan, Sweden and France.
I know that nothing I’ve talked about today is mind-blowing, or earth shattering. (Except the earthquake. Too soon?) But honestly, I think we tend to forget how incredible the technology we take for granted is.
Um, I guess in conclusion, I really should post this video from YouTube, along these same lines. You’ve probably seen it before, but it’s something that we all need to be reminded of.