Learning

This semester has been pretty stressful. Mostly just with the transitioning to living on my own, and how much different college classes are from high school classes. I've realized something this week. Everyone is so excited about the end of the semester, how few days of learning stuff we actually have left, and going home. Of course I'm thrilled to go home (except for the fact that I'm getting my wisdom teeth out a couple days before Christmas), but I'm really going to miss some of the classes I'm taking this semester. I'm not really ready for it to be over with yet. It seems like we just barely started, and now we're taking finals in a couple weeks?! When my classes said they were going to stop teaching and start reviewing by the end of this week, I was honestly sad. I just need to remember how much I love learning in the middle of the semester when I have a bunch of projects due the same day :)

College

I've had some exciting experiences the few few days here at college. Some of my favorites are actually from my teachers:
1) On the first day of American Heritage, my professor showed a clip from the movie "The Fugative." Why? Because his name is "Dr. Richard Kimball." Just like the movie.
2) In my Chemistry class, my professor enjoys making things explode. He told us it's normal for him to do at least one explosion a week. He did one early in the week and someone in the back of the class asked, "Does this count as your one explosion for the week?" The professor hesitated, and then responded "That depends on if I find any better explosions by the end of the week."
3) One of my teachers likes to say "Hokay." He always follows it up with "That's Spanish for okay."
I'm looking forward to more college classes :)

Whistle while you work

I had a couple interesting creative moments with my boss today. We were working with a community worker who, unfortunately, happened to be afraid of spiders of any sort. My boss and I found great entertainment from her reactions and ended up starting to write "Spiders: the Opera." It includes lots of high shrilly notes and lyrics such as "Get it off me, get it off me! I'm going to die!"

Later in the day, I was turning the golf cart around and driving pretty slow. I hit a pretty deep hole and commenced singing "There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, a hole." The community worker started laughing much louder than was necessary for the amount of entertainment I was providing, so I looked over at her. It turns out that my boss jumped out of the golf cart as soon as I started singing and I didn't even notice. Mutiny.

Favorite Moments this Week from Work

1) I was behind a pretty big tree weeding. I sneezed pretty big twice. Then I hear this voice from the other side of the tree. "Gesundhuit! I hope you don't have allergies." It was just a friendly guy out for a walk in the park. He made me smile. :)

2)Me in a light southern accent: "I have mud on my feet."
My boss: "Are you from Texas?" He tried to southern-up the last word. "cause the way you said that sounded like it." Then he started making up a country song. This is as far as he got: "i have mud on my feet, and I feel so defeat..."
This just goes to show how punchy we get on Fridays...

3) My boss and I drive around this little golf cart, and as we were driving around he decided that we needed to pick up one of the sprinkler flags we had put out that morning. He drove past it and I just leaned over and snagged it. I felt soo Ninja.

A Chance Moment

The other day, my family and I were eating dinner at Which Wich. We happened to be there at the same time as a cute little girl and her family. As they were leaving, Cute Girl decided that she wanted more chips. She trotted over to the counter, grabbed another bag of chips, and started to go back to her parents. Her mom, under no uncertain terms, told her to put the chips back; they had already had chips that night. "No." Was the simple reply, and Cute Girl started running in circles around her mom.
"Put them back. We already had chips tonight."
"No."
"We already bought you chips. Put them back"
"No."
This went on for a little longer before an older lady with the family got up from their table and walked towards the door.
Cute girl: "Gramma!" She went to go follow her out.
Her mom: "Put the chips back first."
Girl: "OK!"

She ran to go put the chips back and then followed her Grandmother out the door. The power of Grandmothers. :)

Cave

I finally did it. I started my own blog. We'll see how well this works out or if I abandon it in a couple months. It'll also be interesting to see who actually will read and comment on this travel into the cave of my mind, but whatever. I hope it'll be fun for all :)

Lessons I've learned #1: I discovered this week why my current job pays more than my last job: no one, in their right mind, would volunteer their time for this kind of work eight hours a day. But hey, the money makes it worth it.