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четверг, 9 октября 2008 г.

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We turned in our third homework for Stats today. We turned in the second one two weeks ago, but still have no grades for it. Where might they be? Well, it seems the TA has only graded the *first question* of the second assignment so far. Of 7. And now heapos;s just gotten 66 more homeworks to grade. Oh and four labs, also without grades.

I do not have any hope of getting any of them back in time to study for the midterm on the 23rd.

Physics is one homework behind, though amazingly he managed to get our test scores back to us.

Climatology? No idea. It seems the grad student who is supposed to be teaching us canapos;t figure out how to get us our grades. Or acknowledge when weapos;re submitted homework. I can understand. Itapos;s quite a new problem in education.

The class that meets every day of the week? Amazingly, every quiz and homework is returned to us, graded, the *next day*. I wonder what their secret is.

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среда, 10 сентября 2008 г.

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"For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord" (Romans 6:23). Thank You, God, that Jesus Saves Thank You for Your gift of eternal life�Oh, how Your love and passion is shown in that act of redemption. "For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him" (2 Corinthians 5:21). Please forgive me for being sinful and having that sin nature. Please forgive me for making it necessary for Jesus to become sin for me, so that I might be redeemed and have a relationship and renewed fellowship with You. Thank You for making a way for me to become righteous in Your sight. I praise You and want to honor You, God. Thank You, Jesus, my Savior. Thank You, Holy Spirit, my Motivator and seal of redemption. In�Jesusapos; name, I pray. Amen.

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вторник, 26 августа 2008 г.

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And, Iapos;m very tired again, and donapos;t much feel like typing. Alas Itapos;s the way of the world.

But, the Ren Fest was fun. I guess we got there about 11:30 or so. It was a BOGO weekend, so two could split the cost of one ticket. WSM.

There were lots of nice shops and lots of fun shows. I think my favorite of the day was the last one we saw before the joust. He was an Irish troubadour and it just reminded me of Ireland (obviously). But more importantly, he started singing a song about a girl who left Ireland and moved to Memphis to be with Elvis. It seriously felt like the exact opposite of our last night in Ireland. Hee.


Paleo was long today. I really hate the second lab. Itapos;s necessary for paleo, but you know, it makes a long and tedious lab period. Lab 2 is still quiet, but itapos;s small (because today 5 people didnapos;t show up -.-)

But all is good, because starting next lab, weapos;ll move to actually looking at different fossils.

Had a package waiting for me when I got home. Actually, it was probably there Saturday, but I was too lazy to check mail until today. Yay for ponies :D

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Yay for the end of the first day of school. Letapos;s overview, shall we?

Last night I tried going to bed early. My original plan was eleven, but I didnapos;t turn out the light and get settled until midnight. And, of course, I couldnapos;t sleep. You see, Iapos;ve had this UTI thatapos;s been going on for three weeks now. I got it from not taking my pill fast enough (I think), but I never went to the doctor. I simply started using my preventative medication as a means to get rid of the infection. This helped immensely. After the first two days I felt moderately normal, except for one thing. I kept feeling like I had to pee when I really, really, REALLY didnapos;t. Like, Iapos;d go four times in a period of five minutes. I generally ignored this, and by the time I went to bed, I was so tired that Iapos;d just pass out. This was not the case last night, as I tried to go to bed two hours earlier than usual. Translation: Gina panicking at one in the morning. I just lay there and thought about how it felt, how annoying it was...and then itapos;d start to feel worse, and Iapos;d imagine my bladder physically inflamed (thatapos;s actually kind of what it feels like) and then Iapos;d start to panic because a full blown UTI is probably the worst, most uncomfortable, helpless feeling Iapos;ve ever experienced. The solution was using Ryan as a pillow and watching Harry Potter until I fell asleep. Luckily, Iapos;m never that tired when I wake up for the first day of class because Iapos;m too nervous.

Today I technically only had once class, but my goal was to add two. I had anatomy and Physiology at eight this morning. It was just an overview, of course, and the woman scared everyone by saying it was hard, and basically said that it was full and that was that. She ended class ten minutes early, and had those wishing to add the class sign a paper, even if we were already on the waiting list. She didnapos;t think this through, because it took so long for one person to sign the damn thing at a time, that the next class kicked us out. I got my name down, but I realized the section I wanted to get into was for honors only. Balls. I donapos;t think Iapos;ll get in, which means Iapos;ll have to take summer class and wait for Marquette until the Summer of 2010.

Next, I wanted to go to the psychology advising through "counter hours" (where you donapos;t need to make an appointment) to ask if I could switch to a BA and have my first semester chem (which I already took) and my first semester bio (which Iapos;m signed up for) cancel out Nats 101 and 102 (biology for nonscience majors). This would greatly expedite my graduation, as I wouldnapos;t have to take second semester chem and bio (I thought Iapos;d have to take two semesters of each for nursing, which was incorrect). She said no, crushing all my little dreams. But, not entirely crushed, since my failure to get into PSIO already did the job.

Next, going to bio lab which I hadnapos;t signed up for because I thought they had closed online registration (I was later to find that this was also incorrect). I got to the lab, and the TA told me that she doesnapos;t add people, but the woman who does was in her office. So I went there, asked, she said they were full. Full? All of them? Yes, full. She suggested that I go to the lab anyway, just in case someone drops one of the sections so I donapos;t miss out. And she also told me that all I had to do was register online. Stupid, stupid me for not double checking. Anyway, I went back to the classroom and stayed. It actually seems really interesting and kind of fun. A bunch of the homeworks are puzzles. One is almost exactly like minesweaper. I managed to get into one of the sections (only a late Thursday one opened up) but I really like the TA, and am hoping someone will drop her section. I was particularly annoyed because 24 people had signed up and were supposed to be there, and only 19 had showed up. This made me appreciate the classes that boot people out that donapos;t show up on the first day.

Also, I bought $450 worth of books for two classes. Three if you count the lab as separate (it technically is separate). I still have three classes worth to buy. If I get into PSIO I think Iapos;ll drop the psych of divorce, much to my own dismay (apos;tis one of the classes to which Iapos;m most looking forward).

Tucson took the pleasure of raining today, drenching my poor cloth shoes and making them go squish.

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понедельник, 25 августа 2008 г.

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"Vinca" a clear strong voice rang out along the wooden path leading from the Feral Cabin. A young scruffy looking head popped up among some reeds. "Get out of the water I can see you, liapos;l lady." the youngster to whom the head belonged tried ducking down again, as if to dodge the dreaded words that she knew meant it was time to leave her playmates.

Vinca Farren was a scrawney little kitten. Like most other cubs her paws seemed overly large for her body and gave her the look of a clumsy beast. However, also like most kittens, she was anything but clumsy. The cat-maid nimbly leapt from the shallow water with a poorly made reed flute in paw. She gave it� a hoarse blow causing a little screech from beside her "Awww, Vinc, Dapos;ye havapos;ta always blow thapos;darned thing right nex tapos; me lug?" a male kitten was pawing at the side of this head "You already know it sounapos;s terrible"

"Thaapos;s only apos;cuz she wants tapos;have a way to beat ya at somethinapos;, Zeik. " a bell-like giggle came from the petite mouth of a little rat. The rat-maid was perched upon a rotting log. The old piece of wood was hanging slightly off the bank of the little creek they swam in. She gave another cheery laugh as she jumped down next to Vinca. Holding out her paws to Zeik, she grabbed his own in hers and helped the little tom onto the bank.

"I guess your right, Rynniah.." he grumbled irritably, but then gave a sarcastic smile towards the other wildcat "If playing a reed badly is the only thinapos; yapos;can beat me in, I guess I donapos;t have a problem with that. Haha. Hahahaha..."

[i]Thunk[/i]

He fell over onto the ground, Vinca with an outstretched fist above him "Yeah, jusapos; you wait one day Iapos;ll beat ya"

OKAY Iapos;M GOING TO FINISH THIS SOON, BUT I HAVE GOT TO GO FOR NOW. ITapos;S SHORT BUT Iapos;LL GET BACK TO IT SOON CHEERS

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