Is it wrong to call someone out in the middle of lab and say that you don't appreciate them copying down all of your answers? That they don't contribute at all and shouldn't reap the benefits of everyone else's collaborative effort? That this is the second time in a row you have done this, and I can't sit politely and idly this go-around?
I'm assuming that come tomorrow, I'm going to feel badly about the things I said, especially since I don't even know your name.
I mean, you're really sweet and everything, but that poor, pitiful "puppy-dog" face that you seem to have mastered so well isn't going to work.
There's this concept you might want to brush up on called integrity although THAT, you will not be able to find in any of my lab packets.
It will actually require the use of your brain.
Surprising, I know.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Insanity
So, last night (meaning Monday night/tuesday morning) marked my first all-nighter of the semester, and it has forced me to come to the following conclusion:
Pulling off a successful all-nighter is an art form.
You need the right food at the right intervals, a clean distraction-free environment, the right music...wait, are we setting up for a date?
Seriously though, the combination has to be spot on or everything falls apart.
During my all-nighter, I managed to type up two 8-paged papers with citations and everything. I also had to shower, go to class from 8am to 12:30pm, run errands, take a 3-hour nap, and then start my third paper of the day which amounted to 7 pages right before my midnight deadline.
23 pages in less than 24 hours. Shit. And I'm not asleep yet?!
You guys might want to make sure I didn't turn into a robot.
Pulling off a successful all-nighter is an art form.
You need the right food at the right intervals, a clean distraction-free environment, the right music...wait, are we setting up for a date?
Seriously though, the combination has to be spot on or everything falls apart.
During my all-nighter, I managed to type up two 8-paged papers with citations and everything. I also had to shower, go to class from 8am to 12:30pm, run errands, take a 3-hour nap, and then start my third paper of the day which amounted to 7 pages right before my midnight deadline.
23 pages in less than 24 hours. Shit. And I'm not asleep yet?!
You guys might want to make sure I didn't turn into a robot.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Call It
When I first saw this, I called shenanigans immediately. Then I came back to it about a week ago and decided to try it out.
I was proven wrong. This works.
Every time.
I was proven wrong. This works.
Every time.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Productivity
I'm never more ready to take on the world than the days I'm solely listening to Regina. I had a few fits of dancing that I couldn't control today. In public.
Doesn't that sound like the complete opposite of me? ...I know.
But it happened.
Doesn't that sound like the complete opposite of me? ...I know.
But it happened.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Sinister of Hope
I continue to try and fix you even though you've gone. I thoroughly search your face in photos for a speck, a hint pointing to where and when it all began to go horribly wrong.
I always find nothing.
There's no reason for your smile to have been permanently erased. I could have fixed it. At least, I like to think that I might have been able to make a difference.
I'm not sad anymore though. Goodbye just came too soon. That, and the fact that my mind tends to wander at inappropriate times (such as tonight). And isn't it sad that I'm choosing my blog as a medium for this? We should just chalk it up to late night laziness.
Anyway, WMB, I miss you. I'm starting to think I always will.
I always find nothing.
There's no reason for your smile to have been permanently erased. I could have fixed it. At least, I like to think that I might have been able to make a difference.
I'm not sad anymore though. Goodbye just came too soon. That, and the fact that my mind tends to wander at inappropriate times (such as tonight). And isn't it sad that I'm choosing my blog as a medium for this? We should just chalk it up to late night laziness.
Anyway, WMB, I miss you. I'm starting to think I always will.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Praise
The best compliment I have given out in the past few years or so happened to cross my lips tonight.
I told this person that they make my heart smile.
...And I meant it.
I told this person that they make my heart smile.
...And I meant it.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Change of Plans
The winds are a-changing, and I couldn't be more excited. I finally took a step back and prioritized my life not according to what is expected of me, but according to what I want to do, where I want to be and who I want to be.
No matter which way I spin it Travel is number one on my list. Not graduating, not love, not children. Just me, my thoughts and the world. It's time I realized that this is the time in my life to be selfish. There's nothing wrong with that. That's not to say that I won't graduate, find love or have children. I'm just going to do things slightly out of order.
First: I'll graduate. Included in that package is a trip with my mom and hopefully a summer trip with a few of you wonderful people.
Stage two of my very open-to-change plan is to find a job overseas teaching English (preferably in Asia). Some of these opportunities are so inclusive that they'll even pay my return flight and housing! If I can find something like that, then I can hopefully save 75% of my income over that first year of teaching. That could easily turn into $20,000.
THEN, I become a nomadic backpacker for one or two years and see the world. Who knows, I could find the place I would eventually want to settle down in, I could find the love of my life, etc... But what WILL happen is that I will gain the experience of a lifetime. This itch is one that I can't avoid scratching.
I've decided that I need to stop soul-searching. I'm looking for something that just isn't there, which is why it's such a cumbersome ordeal. I need to go out and live and develop that soul that I yearn for.
Here's to the end of looking back.
No matter which way I spin it Travel is number one on my list. Not graduating, not love, not children. Just me, my thoughts and the world. It's time I realized that this is the time in my life to be selfish. There's nothing wrong with that. That's not to say that I won't graduate, find love or have children. I'm just going to do things slightly out of order.
First: I'll graduate. Included in that package is a trip with my mom and hopefully a summer trip with a few of you wonderful people.
Stage two of my very open-to-change plan is to find a job overseas teaching English (preferably in Asia). Some of these opportunities are so inclusive that they'll even pay my return flight and housing! If I can find something like that, then I can hopefully save 75% of my income over that first year of teaching. That could easily turn into $20,000.
THEN, I become a nomadic backpacker for one or two years and see the world. Who knows, I could find the place I would eventually want to settle down in, I could find the love of my life, etc... But what WILL happen is that I will gain the experience of a lifetime. This itch is one that I can't avoid scratching.
I've decided that I need to stop soul-searching. I'm looking for something that just isn't there, which is why it's such a cumbersome ordeal. I need to go out and live and develop that soul that I yearn for.
Here's to the end of looking back.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Fireworks beneath Eyelids
I had a dream last night that I married Michael Dyer. One of my weirder dreams indeed, and I know a few of you may get a chuckle out of it.
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