Marks
How do instructors determine the marks that they give their students? Case in point, last week I handed in an assignment to a teacher that I have had several classes with and usually do pretty well in. I also put in a hell of a lot of work in most of her classes. This semester I am totally burned out and just really don't give a shit, so I put in no effort on this assignment. Half of it I did on the couch with my friend's five year old and the other half I did after hip hop the night before it was due while watching the Gilmore Girls. She gave me a B and wrote that I had excellent work on most of the questions. How the fuck is that possible? I didn't even read the fucking book. I know that most people are going to think that I am absolutely insane and should just shut up and take the damn mark and logically all of you who are saying that are absolutely right. Too bad I already called her and left a message for her to call me back.
11/15/2006
11/08/2006
Borat
All of you... go see Borat! Now! This was an awesome, laugh out loud crapping your pants kind of movie. From start to finish the enitre movie was filled with laughs. Expect the unexpected, lude and crude humour that is done so well that it seems as though he doesn't even realize it. Freaking hilarious, go now, faster than the running of the Jew.
All of you... go see Borat! Now! This was an awesome, laugh out loud crapping your pants kind of movie. From start to finish the enitre movie was filled with laughs. Expect the unexpected, lude and crude humour that is done so well that it seems as though he doesn't even realize it. Freaking hilarious, go now, faster than the running of the Jew.
11/07/2006
Work Life vs Personal Life
So I met two of my sister's at work many years ago. Since then we have all grown and (well most of us) have matured. Both of them moved on to other jobs that were specifically related to their fields. I stayed and moved up in the company. It is not my field of choice, however it is a deffinite back up option. I know that if I want to move up further I can. So for the last couple of years, all four of us have had completely separate and distinct work lives. Obviously there has been some overlap, but for the most part they are separate. When my sister C left, she had nothing but negative things to say about the company. Well she now claims that her current job is not paying enough so she took on a couple days at my company. As a side note, it is fairly well known that C and I have not been getting along all that well lately either. I saw her there today (we were both working) and I was astounded at the anger that I felt. Because we all have pretty well the same group of friend's, this company was my territory. I found it totally annoying to hear her for the last hour of my shift. I see her often enough as it is, just fucking let me do my job without hearing her damn voice too!!!!!
So I met two of my sister's at work many years ago. Since then we have all grown and (well most of us) have matured. Both of them moved on to other jobs that were specifically related to their fields. I stayed and moved up in the company. It is not my field of choice, however it is a deffinite back up option. I know that if I want to move up further I can. So for the last couple of years, all four of us have had completely separate and distinct work lives. Obviously there has been some overlap, but for the most part they are separate. When my sister C left, she had nothing but negative things to say about the company. Well she now claims that her current job is not paying enough so she took on a couple days at my company. As a side note, it is fairly well known that C and I have not been getting along all that well lately either. I saw her there today (we were both working) and I was astounded at the anger that I felt. Because we all have pretty well the same group of friend's, this company was my territory. I found it totally annoying to hear her for the last hour of my shift. I see her often enough as it is, just fucking let me do my job without hearing her damn voice too!!!!!
10/31/2006
Halloween
So I had to hand out candy to the kids at work today. Happily, I really wanted to. I wear a uniform, but I decided that I needed to complete the outfit with a set of blue bunny ears. So a couple of the bosses decide that I needed to wear the full out, white and pink fluffy bunny costume we have hidden away in the back offfice. I had to laugh at myself. It was freaking hilarious.
Some of the kids were so cute. There werer twin girls about 18 months old, one was Tigger, the other was Eyeore. Lots of princesses, Darth Vader's, superheroes and so many more. I love Halloween.
So I had to hand out candy to the kids at work today. Happily, I really wanted to. I wear a uniform, but I decided that I needed to complete the outfit with a set of blue bunny ears. So a couple of the bosses decide that I needed to wear the full out, white and pink fluffy bunny costume we have hidden away in the back offfice. I had to laugh at myself. It was freaking hilarious.
Some of the kids were so cute. There werer twin girls about 18 months old, one was Tigger, the other was Eyeore. Lots of princesses, Darth Vader's, superheroes and so many more. I love Halloween.
10/29/2006
Mrs Potato Head
So last night CC, M, C and I go out for dinner. M, CC and I all look fabulous, like hair and make up done, dressed to the nines. Well to the nines for a fab Saturday dinner. C is wearing old runners and no make up. Ok whatever, she feels underdressed and the rest of us just kind of nod in agreement. I have to confess that I am a camera freak, I am always taking loads of freakishly random (and yes my friends do find it rather annoying at times) photos. So CC decides to take one of C and I. I'm looking good, lean in a little bit, soft smile, you know, posed but not posed. There is C with her head up, this freaky half smile no teeth, squinted eyes kind of thing. It is the weirdest thing cuz she totally looks like the Potato head dolls in this pic. LOL
So last night CC, M, C and I go out for dinner. M, CC and I all look fabulous, like hair and make up done, dressed to the nines. Well to the nines for a fab Saturday dinner. C is wearing old runners and no make up. Ok whatever, she feels underdressed and the rest of us just kind of nod in agreement. I have to confess that I am a camera freak, I am always taking loads of freakishly random (and yes my friends do find it rather annoying at times) photos. So CC decides to take one of C and I. I'm looking good, lean in a little bit, soft smile, you know, posed but not posed. There is C with her head up, this freaky half smile no teeth, squinted eyes kind of thing. It is the weirdest thing cuz she totally looks like the Potato head dolls in this pic. LOL
10/27/2006
Ignorance
So I'm leaving work today, and I see a woman, A, from another department out having a smoke. Being the consistent smoker that I am, I join her. The headline in todays paper was about a young teacher who was pregnant and murdered (hi, Scott Pederson flashbacks, anyone). This young woman was East Indian. A is German and the other woman was just plain caucasian. Both of them are going on about how ridiculous the East Indian culture is to women and how of course the husband or the brother in law killed her etc. Now, don't get me wrong I fully believe that her husband killed her, but that is based simply on previous cases and slight descriptions from the papers. If that was how A and this random woman proceeded with this conversation, fine. But no, just about everything is a stereotype about the culture, not to mention A's rambling about the law and what the police need. She claims that they need to break the family and get a confession. Sorry hun, but I'm a third year crim student, unless there is evidence to support the confession, it aint gonna do a whole hell of a lot. Argh, I was so damn angry from this conversation. Actually A's comments were very similar to things that C tends to say. They both need to learn how to shut up occasionally and think about what they say before they say it!
So I'm leaving work today, and I see a woman, A, from another department out having a smoke. Being the consistent smoker that I am, I join her. The headline in todays paper was about a young teacher who was pregnant and murdered (hi, Scott Pederson flashbacks, anyone). This young woman was East Indian. A is German and the other woman was just plain caucasian. Both of them are going on about how ridiculous the East Indian culture is to women and how of course the husband or the brother in law killed her etc. Now, don't get me wrong I fully believe that her husband killed her, but that is based simply on previous cases and slight descriptions from the papers. If that was how A and this random woman proceeded with this conversation, fine. But no, just about everything is a stereotype about the culture, not to mention A's rambling about the law and what the police need. She claims that they need to break the family and get a confession. Sorry hun, but I'm a third year crim student, unless there is evidence to support the confession, it aint gonna do a whole hell of a lot. Argh, I was so damn angry from this conversation. Actually A's comments were very similar to things that C tends to say. They both need to learn how to shut up occasionally and think about what they say before they say it!
10/23/2006
Smarty Pants
That's me. So I'm supposed to babysit the boys today, before and after class. So just before I have to leave for school I started getting the younger one ready to go. I'm so go go go with him that I grab my purse, lock the door and leave. I drop him off with the other babysitter and going digging for my keys. Suddenly an image hits me. It is of my keys sitting on the table where I always leave them. So there I go running for the train to be late for school. Running back praying that CT did actually decide to leave work early and is home. No such luck. So the boys and I hop on the bus to go to a restaurant and have early dinner and wait for CT. L calls me just as we get there to see how everyone is and tell me that CT has just left work. I tell her calmly to call him back and tell him to meet us at the restaurant to drive us back to their place. At least they were both understanding about it. But who would have thought a 9 year old could be so judgmental? Hence where the Smarty Pants now comes in. He took great pleasure in telling CT and L about it. Ah well shit happens, at least it was dry and we got to a place where we could wait inside.
That's me. So I'm supposed to babysit the boys today, before and after class. So just before I have to leave for school I started getting the younger one ready to go. I'm so go go go with him that I grab my purse, lock the door and leave. I drop him off with the other babysitter and going digging for my keys. Suddenly an image hits me. It is of my keys sitting on the table where I always leave them. So there I go running for the train to be late for school. Running back praying that CT did actually decide to leave work early and is home. No such luck. So the boys and I hop on the bus to go to a restaurant and have early dinner and wait for CT. L calls me just as we get there to see how everyone is and tell me that CT has just left work. I tell her calmly to call him back and tell him to meet us at the restaurant to drive us back to their place. At least they were both understanding about it. But who would have thought a 9 year old could be so judgmental? Hence where the Smarty Pants now comes in. He took great pleasure in telling CT and L about it. Ah well shit happens, at least it was dry and we got to a place where we could wait inside.
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