Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Passing of Time...

Some years seem uneventful when glanced from a distance - I can remember much about 2005 (good, bad, good, bad, good), but there are few noteworthy moments from 2006 and 2007. Yes, they had a couple of wonderful trips and memories made, but those are just a few days of each year. 2008 has proven to be a memorable year.

As far as finances, I'm much poorer at the end of this year than when I started. Buying a house will do that to you. I'm much richer in my home life though - having a home will do that to you as well. I love my house, truly, madly, and deeply. I'm thrilled that my basement holds heat and my scrapping area is cozy and inviting. I'm adoring trips to IKEA for fun, albeit tricky, bits of furniture that have come to adorn my rooms.

I found that I enjoy gardening this year. Walking outside to check the green beans put a smile on my face each day this past summer. Mowing the lawn isn't even that much of a chore - self-propelled lawn mowers are a blessing. The spots of dirt next to the steps were perfect for flowers and walking around the farmer's market picking them out was a happy experience that I loved sharing with my mom.

At the beginning of the year, I made a couple of goals. Not New Year's resolutions, but just goals. I wanted to buy a house (check!) and I wanted to FINALLY finish my degree. Eleven years after graduating high school, I found my self a college graduate. The look of pride on my dad's face when he held my diploma was worth all the extra work on projects and stress of poor learning groups. I have yet to decide what to do with the degree, but I made it. In a few years, I may consider graduate school - if only to say I did it. It is weird not going to class (online) anymore, but it is also nice to have completed my education.

In the late summer, our family lost a beloved family member. Our dog of 16 years, Chip, left us and I'm still having trouble with that fact. As odd as it seems, I've been very private with how much this hurts. Losing him is probably the closest I've ever come to depression and I'm still in mourning over him. Mom got another dog shortly after - a beautiful female Corgi who needed to be rescued and deserves a happy, loving home. She is a darling - a princess to say the least - but she is not Chip and I don't have a connection with her like I did with him. Chip was the happiest, nicest, and most selfless being I've ever known. He had such joy in just being able to make you smile - I admired that and will always miss him. It is just really hard knowing that I'll never hold him again and never get to scratch his back again.

During the year, I went to the doctor a couple of times for this shoulder pain I've experienced for the last year and a half. What a waste of money that was. The second doctor, the one who actually bothered to do x-rays, prescribe some muscle relaxants, and refer me to a physical therapist was slightly more interested in the problem than the first guy (who may or may not have been 12), but none of those things actually relieved the pain. I'm coming to believe the problem may be a side effect of spending 6 days a week in a bowling alley for my high school years. The type of injury I'm experiencing would make sense, but I still have no clue how to make the pain disappear. I have a funny story to share about my mom's advice, but it is more suited for a post of its own. Pretty soon.

Work has been work this year. Nothing really exciting, but that's how life can go sometimes. Our department is constantly changing, which can be interesting, but also can be tedious. There are moments that make me proud and moments that don't. I don't have much else to say about the work front.

Vacations brought opportunities for pretty pictures this past year. In March, DM and I headed to Duluth for a couple of days. We managed to not lose any fingers or toes to frostbite, but we may think twice next time we decide to watch a sunrise over a frozen Great Lake when it is below zero Fahrenheit. Yeah, we're crazy.

In September, I went on the second annual trip with my mom. We stayed a little closer to home this time and found ourselves in Chicago for the week. Chicago is a great city - lots to do and see. I was thrilled with the trip and enjoyed spending the time with my mom.

I hope that 2009 brings happiness to everyone. Life has wonderful moments that we need to appreciate and savor. I wish moments that take your breath away in a positive surprise. I hope for days that stand out because of wonderful moments to each person. Best wishes for 2009.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Pomp & Circumstance

While I'm opting out of walking down the aisle to collect the expensive piece of paper, I do feel good right now. Last night, in the last hour of school, my final group paper was completed and submitted. It will be graded this week and I'll be able to see my final grade by Friday. Once the grade is up, I can fill out a form to have my diploma sent.

I did it. I'm a college graduate.

Yeah, I'm pretty happy right now.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

T minus 11 hours and counting

My expectations were to be more nervous than I am. There's an odd calm that has surrounded me. I'm unsure if it is focusing on school, distracting myself with packing, or working this week that has done it, but I'm pretty relaxed about tomorrow.

In just over 11 hours, I will start the signing-my-life-away process. Spencer is meeting me at the house between 11:30 and 12:00 for a final walk through. Afterwards, we will head to the title office and I'll start signing papers. Lots and lots of papers. I hope I have a good pen.

The cashier's check is ready. I've given everything to the loan processor and she said it should be fine. The utilities are set up (cable on Monday - ooh, shiny Internet). After the closing, I plan on heading to the hardware store, picking up the new locks for the doors and installing them. Dad is going to meet me after he gets off work and help spray this bug killer around the perimeter of the house. Mom will call when she gets off work.

I plan on being at the apartment before 7 pm. I'm going to work on this paper (that isn't really due until Sunday, but being ahead of the game is important.) I'll get my group assignment done tomorrow (75 words or so, I could do it right now, except I'm planning on bed soon). I'll finish a discussion question for class, participate a little, and then watch the season finale of LOST (which I haven't been too impressed with this season, but it's a hard habit to break).

I'll then call DM, pick her up (just an hour or so early) and head to the Chalet. James said he'd probably be up earlier than normal and Betsy is joining us when she gets off work.

I don't have much (besides locks & bug stuff) planned for the time after the closing until 7. I might get some food. Maybe Mom or Dad will want to eat something. I'm not planning on moving any boxes over on Thursday, although it couldn't hurt. I still have some packing to do in the apartment, but nothing that can't be finished by the time everyone arrives on Sunday. It's mostly the things I'm still using (computer, bath stuff, food, bedding, clothes for the week, etc.) I've got a lot of boxes and I think they might be enough. I hope so. I can start using bags if necessary. The things left to pack are little odds & ends. I may just label them as "Misc" because the reason they aren't packed yet is that they didn't fill a box and it seemed wasteful to put one small thing in a big box.

On a school related note, do I really want to write about my personal, professional, and educational goals for the next five years? No. Will I? Yes. Will it be true? Who knows.

Two thousand words all about my learning experience. Whoopie.

But, school is another countdown. In twelve days, I'll be exiting the university with a piece of paper that states I'm qualified to do the job I already have. Sounds great, doesn't it? At least the company I work for paid for the majority of it. That's a pretty nice benefit.

Off to sleep, perchance to dream of white picket fences.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Bullet Point To Do List

Two full calendar days left. About four minutes of Monday left. Walk-through on Thursday at noon and closing scheduled for one.

Yikes!

To do:

  • Go to bank on Tuesday to change one cashier's check in for another
  • Call mortgage processor (before trip to bank) to get exact amount for cashier's check
  • Buy new locks
  • Spray perimeter of new house with bug killer (thanks Dad!)
  • Write 2000 word paper by Thursday about the past, present, and future of my academic career (oh, the joy) *started
  • Write introduction section to learning team paper due by Saturday *started
  • Participate in class so that I don't end up with a B in this class too *partially done
  • Restrict rage against other group members who don't contribute
  • Finish packing up bedroom *90% complete
  • Finish packing up hall closet #1
  • Finish packing up hall closet #2 *95% complete
  • Finish packing up kitchen *85% complete
  • Finish packing up scrapbooking stuff in dining room
  • Finish packing up bathroom *97.5% complete
  • Finish packing up living room *90% complete
  • Get more boxes
  • Create directions for the possible 17 15 people helping me move on Sunday
  • Relax *working on it
  • Work Tuesday and Wednesday
  • Call water company and hopefull get through this time
  • Confirm that electric and gas are set up through same company
  • Don't freak out *still working on it
  • Clean bathroom
  • Clean kitchen
  • Clean living room
  • Wash windows
  • Clean bedroom
  • Clean dining room
  • Buy washing machine *next week
  • Buy lawn mower *next week

Yeah, stress level rising a bit. Oh well, it's exciting!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

18 and Life

Yes, yes, I know, cheesy title. But what can you expect from a mind overworked by ethical thinking, logical reasoning, and puzzle solving as the boxes pile up and space for more boxes must be created.

School has started. That's where the "ethical thinking" and "logical reasoning" are coming from. This last class is the Capstone, or the one where we put it all together. I was afraid of statistics, but at this point, we've been discussing what is ethical and where do we stand on certain issues. Interesting at least.

I drove by my house again. The sign in the front now states to the neighborhood, "SOLD" with confidence. I'm so excited about this and can't wait to move (because seriously, apartment living is really starting to suck). Moving involves a lot of work, which at this point involves gathering as many boxes as I can lay my hands upon and trying to pack things so that I'll be able to find them again once I move.

One of my aunts is a consultant for a crystal company. She has done this for years. What does this mean? It means that for every birthday and Christmas I received crystal. It's beautiful and functional and delicate. And a bitch to pack. Over the years, I did the right thing at each move. I kept the boxes. Sure, they take up a lot of space (at Dad's house for the last 4 years), but it was nice to bring over 9 - super duper garbage bags full of empty crystal boxes. The packing of these items can be a bit challenging in figuring out how each piece fits, but once the box is closed, the items are protected well.

I have the first week of June off of work. It will be nice to have the time to settle into the new place, again, my place. I'm just getting used to saying that. It feels good. My mom said she might take some time off during that week to help out and we could be doing a bit of shopping. IKEA may be a destination.

I feel as if there was a point to this post that I lost about the time I signed in. The title offers me little help, other than to remind me that I have 18 days before I am a homeowner. Interesting.

Since I've lost what I was looking to post about, I think it may be time for bed. Good night!

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there!

Friday, May 02, 2008

Test of Patience

Patience is a virtue that others have commented that I have. At times, I feel as if it is wearing thin, but all-in-all, I can normally survive and make others feel comfortable. Lately though, it's been harder. The stress of so many life changing events is starting to get to me.

Rarely do I have troubles sleeping. I'm still able to sleep straight through when I do fall asleep, but so many thoughts have been going through my head lately that it is hard to fall asleep. When this happens, I try a trick my mom told me when I was pretty little. She explained that she would tell herself stories when she was trying to sleep. The stories always involved having to hide from someone (bad guys or something) and having to be very still and quiet so they wouldn't find her. My stories are variances of this same thing and I usually fall asleep before the story gets any farther than the previous night. In this sense, I've been stuck in the same place of my current story for at least 8 months now. That sounds rather boring, but it helps to fall asleep.

In the past couple of weeks, I keep having other thoughts in my head and I forget to tell myself the story. So, my sleep is delayed each night. Unfortunately, the alarm clock still blares music at the same time each workday.

I'm overly excited about the reality of home ownership. Today, I met with the inspector and toured "my" house again. If everything goes well, it will be my house in 4 weeks exactly. Wow [full stop]. My dad was nice enough to meet me at the house for the inspection. I felt much more comfortable with him there since he understands the information much better than I do and has way more experience in fixing little things than I. There are a couple little things that need to be done in the house and I'm sure I'll have a million and a half projects lined up. But, all-in-all, this house is livable. That is important to me. Some of the others I viewed required quite a bit of work before I could even sleep there.

I'm stunned at how fast this entire process is going. Although it may seem long each day, I have to remember that there is a real possibility that I will have gone from the unknown to the preapproval to the house search to the home owning in less than 6 weeks. In fact, if everything goes right, it will be 38 days. I work for a fairly large bank and all of my co-workers are amazed at how fast this is. In many ways, this helps reduce my stress because I won't have it as long. In other ways though, it seems to drag and is probably larger than I expected.

On top of the home buying process, I have one final class left for school. In less than 6 weeks, I will be a college graduate. My last class starts on Tuesday and I still have only a vague idea of what it will entail. I have to fill out some paperwork tomorrow at work to have the class reimbursed (thankfully the Large Bank is paying most of the bills for school - nice benefit).

The last class I took was on eBusiness. It was an absolute nightmare. I managed to pull off a B+; a fact I still haven't told my dad. (That story is to come one of these days when I actually start my encyclopedia of brooksba posts.) Besides the subject matter being rather boring, I was stuck with a teacher that didn't gain my respect and a learning group that prompted me to give really nasty (in a professional way) remarks at the end of the class. There was a guy in the group who refused to participate during our forming stage and then demanded that we change the way we met at his whim. What really bothered me about the situation is that he wanted to communicate with others by using teleconferences. He rejected any ideas posted in the online forum and negatively impacted discussions. We attend an online school (in which most teachers discourage or actually don't allow teleconferences for communication) and we were taking a class on how to conduct business online! Really? Really?

It didn't help his overall score that he turned in his portion of the paper extremely late and left the compiler (not me - in fact, I was the ONLY group member to turn in my assignment on time or within 4 days of the due date) in the lurch. I helped the compiler with editing and reading through the paper and helped make the right adjustments.

In these classes, what stuns me the most, absolutely appalls me, is the lack of skill found within certain group members. I look at the classes we are in and I know how much schooling is required before reaching this point. I just do not understand how these students have made it this far in the process without learning anything. The minimum amount of classes at this school alone (assuming credits from other institutions and prior learning from high school) to be at this point of the program is something like 17 classes. In each of those, there is an individual paper due weekly and group assignments due usually 4 of the 5 weeks. That means these people have written at least 85 individual papers and contributed to 60+ group assignments. By this point, you'd think they'd have learned how to cite a source, how to use transitional statements, and how to format a paper in APA format (which has been required for every single paper). I don't even want to go into the subject of grammar or being specific in writing. It's exhausting.

So, with one class left and the amount of stress purchasing my first home added to the mix, I hope to make it through the next 6 weeks with all of my hair still on my head, all my fingernails still intact, and with my blood pressure remaining in the healthy range that it always reads.

Someone at work joked tonight that I could add more to my plate by applying for other jobs, getting promoted, and possibly trying to get married. Funny. Yeah. Marriage is not a possibility at least. I'd also have to apply for another job if I was looking to be promoted, so that's not something I'm going to add to my mix right now.

But deep down (well, and on the surface), I'm still extremely excited about this house. I'll post soon some pictures and more information about it. There are pictures on my camera of this house that my dad dubbed, "Twin Pines," today. Don't know if that will stick, but it might. There are two beautiful Norway Pines in the gigantic backyard.

I really need boxes now. I do need to start packing! The good news is that I have the first nine days of June off to be able to move most of my things. I'll also have my apartment until June 30th and be able to get really situated correctly. This helps.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Life, In General

Returning to work after a long weekend or a week off is always an interesting experience. I felt rather busy today, but it was a good day. I feel like I walked in the door and never stopped until the calls stopped rolling into our call center.


My day, well, my work day, started with a meeting with my peers and boss. We have a specific meeting agenda once a year where we analyze the results of a survey conducted each fall, focusing on an area of strength and an area for improvement. I enjoy these meetings because great ideas are generated to help improve our already great environment. It just makes me happy.


The best part of my day, even though most was pretty good, was being able to see the expression on a banker's face. She is a banker on my team who is just plain awesome. I've nicknamed her "Smiley," because she always greets each day with a positive attitude. It is absolutely contagious. She tends to get a lot of recognition (most of the bankers do) because she is a top performer, but also because she is just so positive. We like to have her represent our call center at job fairs and I enjoy working with her quite a bit. Last year, 2007, she performed very well, but never knew quite how high she ranked in comparison to other bankers. She figured she was in the top 25-30, but she was actually #3 in our entire center (out of 170 bankers or so). I've known for about a month how well she performed, but kept it a secret. Why? Because we award a trip to the top performing bankers each year. At the end of April and beginning of May, she will be going to Florida/Disney World for 5 days, all expenses paid and will get to bring a guest. This is a nice trip that the company awards to select individuals (about 1% of the organization) and I'm thrilled for her. She beamed all night long and kept saying, "Did I tell you how much I love my job?" and "I still can't believe it!" Days like today make my job meaningful.


My team also had a meeting tonight where we celebrated our successes in January (more recognition!) and we also had our annual meeting to go over our survey results. There is always room for improvement in our environment, yet I was pretty pleased with the results of our survey. It asked 12 questions (well, 12 major questions) and we scored "Agree" to "Strongly Agree" in every single one of them. It was a fun meeting and there were some terrific ideas presented. I know that implementing the ideas will help us achieve even more.


Work was good. Home wasn't so good. I was awakened at a quarter to 9 am by my upstairs neighbor screaming at the top of his lungs. He has extreme anger management issues. I didn't have time to stop by the office on my way out the door, but tomorrow I am going to complain. This is not the first time he's been beligerant to the point where I worried about his safety or the safety of others and it is quite bothersome. I think he was on the phone this time, screaming obsenities and using threatening language. After giving a big "F*** you" to the person on the other end of the phone, he must have disconnected the call and then decided to file away something in his bathroom. There was this awful scrapping noise coming from upstairs. The more I live below this person the more and more I want a house. I'm sick of his actions and it worries me to be living close to a person who acts as he does. I'm going to talk to the office in the afternoon and see what can be done.


On one hand, I want to complain about his actions, and on the other, I'm a bit afraid. I know that sounds a bit ridiculous. Here's the thing. I've worked in a call center for eight years now. Customers tend to be calling from a comfort zone when they reach us (calling from home). One thing I've learned about human nature is that people can become much more aggitated and use extreme language/behavior when on the phone versus in person. Not that people don't get out of hand in person, but I remember only 2 people upset enough to a point where other customers could see the problem when I was at the branch and I compare those experiences to the 50-100 escalated/upset customers we speak with each day. When I took escalated calls as a primary function of my job, I remember at least once every couple of weeks having someone who was out of control.


I think of all the out of control customers I've spoken to in the past. Not one compares to the extreme behavior this man living above me exhibits on a fairly regular basis. His behavior seems to be escalating to a point beyond recourse. If he hasn't hurt himself or someone else, he's going to soon. So, while I want to say something to reduce the problem, I am also afraid that he might want to lash out at me. Not that I know who he is or think I'm in any danger right now. But when I say something, I don't want him to know it was me. I trust the police not to give away my identity to him if I report him (as I did one time that I think he was abusing a girlfriend). I guess I don't trust the apartment complex staff to protect my identity. That's sad, but true.


I tried to complain at the office about him once before and was completely brushed off by the woman working there. She wasn't one of the regular women in the office, but she was an employee of the complex. So, this discourages me. I guess I'll see what type of response I get tomorrow.


On a much more positive note, I received my final grade for the class I was just in. My dad will comment and ask what happened to my grade, but all-in-all, I'm proud of the 98.45% I received. It's hard to get 100% in a class where the majority of your grade comes from group assignments.


Two more classes, I'll be graduating. My next class starts on March 11, which happens to be DM's birthday. I have a week off before the class starts and hopefully DM and I will have fun adventures that week. I am looking forward to it.


There it is. Simple post, nothing profound, but an update on my work life, my home life, my school life, and my plans for next month. Life is pretty good right now, minor problems, but nothing to get me down.

(Spell check isn't working tonight, so I apologize if I have a couple of words incorrect.)

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Surprise!

Well, I hate it when I forget something rather important and it arrives unexpected. As I was checking my email tonight (hopeful for a response from a certain someone who is really getting on my nerves due to his busy schedule), I found an email from a woman I don't know. But that email held important information. Important information such as, "School starts at midnight." And guess what? It's already 3 am.

You know, I realized I would start classes back up in April, but I didn't realize it would be April 3. This class is Marketing and I hope I'll do okay. I printed up the syllabus, downloaded the text, and posted my autobiography in the chat room. I'm hoping that my learning group will not drive me batty and that I figure out a schedule quickly to accomplish random tasks and assignments.

Yikes!

Friday, September 29, 2006

Me Can Account

Final grades were mailed out for my financial analysis for managers 1 class. Thought I'd share the grade of the class that I hated with a passion.

Your Grade:

Week One: 12/12 points = 100% = A
Week Two: 17/17 = 100% = A
Week Three: 22/22 = 100% = A
Week Four: 22/22 = 100% = A
Week Five: 27/27 = 100% = A

Final Grade: 100% = A

Comments from the teacher:

Text Exercises and Problems: Your answers showed a level of understanding that portrays an overall understanding of the concepts.
Comments: You did a nice job on your ethics article review. I have no additional improvements to suggest.
You did a GREAT job in this class!! Good luck to you!!

Yea. Now I hope to do as well in financial analysis for managers 2. This week's topic: overdraft fees. I can barely contain my excitement.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Stream of Consciousness (Did you know that Blogger actually limits how long your title can be?)

I don't want to call this post "Life Update" so I think I'm going to go with Stream of Consciousness induced by two days of being sick and couped up in my apartment

The past two days I have called in sick to work. Don't be alarmed, it's nothing major but still, work was not the place for me to be. I've slept badly the past three nights and I'm hoping I get a better set of winks tonight. I have to work tomorrow, my team has a meeting. I'm also sure the emails have flooded my inbox and that my desk is buried in paperwork. A project that I want rolled out by October 1 is on the list of priorities. Steve's back from vacation and I've spoken to him twice on the phone, telling him I wouldn't be there, but I haven't got to ask him how his trip was. Yuck.

Besides the bad sleep, I've felt yuck around my abdomen, which is why I haven't slept well. I'm going no farther to explain.

Sitting at home, staring at walls, drives be absolutely crazy. Once in awhile, I'll get a boost of energy and at least have been fairly productive during those bursts. I've reorganized one of my hall closets (things actually fit now - no more spilling out into the hallway!), emptied some boxes for DM to use in moving (read as cleared up my living room quite a bit), and organized my scrapping area. Besides DM's piles of stickers and paper set haphazardly, it looks pretty good. When DM comes over this weekend, she'll be pleasantly surprised at the room in that area.

I have been in the process of getting rid of piles and piles of excess scrapbooking magazines (parts without layout ideas) and hauled quite a few bags of garbage to the dumpster. There was a bad moment when one of the bags ripped open in the lobby and I had to run back upstairs to get more bags and then pick up random bits of paper. It's all that odd cardstock/shiny stuff and I don't have a place to recylce it here. Bah! At least when the bag ripped it wasn't full of rotten food and liquid.

About the only interesting (and that's debatable) part of these past two days was when my cell phone started beeping to tell me someone text messaged me. It was not a person I expected. Although, I should have because it's been a few months since he called. I only know one person who would ever send a message stating, "Yo yo how are you? doing" It's just great being in someone's little black book phone. Give it 6 more months and I'll hear from him again. He's in that stage of his life that I would refer to as the "job hopping stage." Former banker he now boasts working in sales for a construction company. A year ago, he was closing on mortgages for meth addicts. I think this new job is a step up. Maybe. The conversation over text message was kept rather short and he pretty much caught me up on his life. I didn't offer any info on mine.

I found an Amazon.com gift certificate that I had and used it. To accidentally purchase a DVD set I already own. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I think the stress finally got to me. In my defense, I had originally planned on purchasing the item from Amazon with this certificate and then bought it in a store because I didn't have it. When I checked out online, I forgot to remove it from my cart. Damn.

I'm thinking about doing another post tonight for thirteen Thursday. I'm thinking. If you see it, I did it. How's that for a deal?

What does one do with 300+ floppy disks for an "A" drive when the last four computers that person has owned has not been compatible? I suppose I could purchase an external "A" drive and see what is actually on these disks, but I doubt the files are not even compatible to my system. Well, I suppose I can do the same thing with the disks that I've done for the last 8 years: put them back in a box at the bottom of the closet.

At one point in time, I thought that saving every single plastic bag that scrapping supplies came in would prove useful. What was useful was the actual mass organization system that I bought. Say goodbye to little plastic bags. I did.

I have no idea My father is a pack rat. That's where I got this problem I seem to have. Going through things the past two days, I have found more stuff that I thought I might need someday, you know, if the world was destroyed and I'd be forced to live in my apartment with no option to leave for thirteen years. Besides only having about a month's worth of toilet paper, I have enough supplies to entertain myself and keep myself smelling nice and fresh for years. The closet seemed to have 5 bottles of lotion (which I can't stand to put on), 3 bottles of body spray, 22 bottles of nail polish, 15 eye liner pencils, four boxes of bandages, 3 boxes of jewelry, over 100 scrunchies, and at least 7 bottles of hair goo. Now, I use the same three scrunchies over and over, rarely wear jewelry, and wear make up about once a year. The bandages seem to be the most useful things in the closet. ARGH! Don't get me started on my kitchen cupboards. No one ever needs 8 cans of creamed corn.

At my dad's on Monday, I found a box from my college days. In it was a 3-ring binder containing EVERY SINGLE report I wrote during my grade school years. Just in case I ever need to show someone the report I wrote on a Mary Higgins Clark book in the 7th grade.

I am pretty sure this is a disease people. And it is genetic. Because I do have in my possession a report my dad wrote in the 4th grade about outer space. Before men walked on the moon. Yep, that's my family.

Speaking of my family, I got a bit of news recently. My grandfather (I've known about this for awhile actually but haven't mentioned it) has some form of cancer and has been going in for chemo. 99.9% of cases like his, caught when his was caught, are cured. So, besides his boredom of being hooked up to a machine for a few hours and having his already thin hair fall out, not much is different. Except the fact that my grandmother now drives him to and from the hospital. That's where my whole family is worried. This woman got stuck on a cloverleaf for over 20 minutes one time because she doesn't know how to merge. I hope she's taking side streets.

My cousin, Chris, has been going in for dialysis for a few years now. He's decided it is time to go back on the list for a kidney donor. I got an email that said something about a bovine implant for a stint? I think that's right. Interesting. I like Chris. He really is a good guy.

His brother, and also my cousin, Matt sold his house and made quite a bit of profit on it. Good for him I guess. He needs something happy. I say this because his wife left him for another man, twenty years her senior. He's got two kids and I've met one of them. I happened to be in Waterloo the day that kid was born. I tend to forget their names. This is absolutely terrible! I was going through pictures and remembering what it was like to actually spend time with this side of my family. They were cool when I was little. Now I like my aunt, Diane, and my cousin, Chris.

Months ago, I purchased, "The Colorado Kid," an audio book written by Stephen King. I bought it because I love Stephen King and hadn't seen the book in stores. I listened to it today. It's a mystery, no horror, from the master of storytelling. It was pretty good and I could definitely tell it was a King story.

My next class has started. Finance Part Deux. This one will actually get into present value tables and I'm not looking forward to it. Final grades for the first torture session class have not been distributed yet, but unless I got marked down during the last week, I should come away with an "A". I was at 100% at the end of week 4. I slammed the slackers idiots my former group members in the evaluation. I only consider that fair since I pretty much wrote all the papers and had to edit them too. I hate them all. I still hate them all. (By the way, this is meant to be funny. While they did nothing, I am done with the class and ready to let it go. Unlike the grudge I still hold over my cousin James for his provoking me when I was 8 or 9, causing me to lose patience with him after 20 minutes, hitting him with the heel of a stilleto in his arm, which my mom made me apologize for and make him a sandwich. He deserved it! Ellen even said so. Bah! See, the group members are getting off easy. They're just getting a grade higher than that of what they deserve.)

Well, that's enough rambling for tonight. I have decided not to complete a Thirteen Thursday post. Call it laziness, call it deciding that I am going to have something of content on this site again soon. One of these days. Maybe in 2008.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Final Grade

My grade for Human Resource Management has come in. My teacher sent one that said I didn't participate the last two weeks and while I was thinking of a response to her, she sent another one stating, "Sorry for the confusion. Great participation." I guess I did comment more than 2 times each week. Seems like the counts were 50 and 52 times.

But, that makes no sense. What does make sense is the fact I made it through the class with over 99%.

(I lost a couple partial points here and there in group assignments where a title wasn't proper APA format and a few sentences phrased in different ways than she would have liked.)

The good news - I guess I was able to pass a class that was what I get paid to do at work. Yea!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Once Upon a Time...

...there was a young woman who kept a blog. She posted regularly about her adventures. Those adventures included trips to a local karaoke bar, funny anecdotes about the neighborhood pool hall, or even stories about work. One day, that young woman found she was running out of time. What is the culprit hindering her from rambling on and on about simple topics like buying office supplies? It's good you asked. The time thief is called, "School."

Extended learning. That seems to be the theme of my life at the current time. I'm not complaining. Learning is actually a passion of mine. I like learning; it doesn't matter what the subject is. Well, I guess I don't seek out opportunities to study chemistry or sci-fi literature history. You could lump those categories together, right? I think I made up the second one. Although there probably are experts out there who could tell you the subtle nuisances of various sci-fi writing techniques and when certain topics were first introduced.

The current theme of my extended learning is truly, "Management." As in management theory. At school, I just completed a class called, "Human Resource Management." I loved it! Final grades are not out yet, but I would imagine I passed. I hope so. Since the topics covered in class are what I earn a paycheck for. We talked about hiring & firing (terminations for all you PC-junkies out there). Benefits & compensation? Been there, done that. Performance reviews? Besides the ones I've written, how does at 3,000 word paper describing a total performance management system sound? If you said, "Boring," my job is not one I'd suggest.

HR Mgmt (because I have seriously written it out enough times) ended on Monday at midnight. My next class, Financial Analysis I, started on Tuesday at 12:01 am. I liked the one minute break. You could never imagine what I completed during that time. (In reality, I finished up assignments and posting Monday early evening and didn't check into class until early Tuesday morning).

Financial Analysis. I should be able to pass this. Should is the key phrase here. I work, for the past nine years, at NABABNA, a financial services company. Banking. Finance. Goes hand-in-hand, right? I'm apprehensive.

My fears for this class are not unwarranted. The class starts with some accounting (managerial - not the fun number-crunching kind that was my major once upon a yesteryear) and I barely remember any of the concepts. That's not what bothers me.

What bothers me (and this is not a well-known fact), is that in my previous schooling at a different management college I managed to "not pass" finance three times. There is only one subject that I never passed and it has to be finance. Kind of ironic, huh? I'm sure that instills confidence in all you that bank out there.

In my defense, I didn't actually fail the course. Instead, I just never completed it. I enrolled three times. I paid for the course three times. But in my youth, I made a couple of poor choices. The first was not entirely my fault, but the second and third times definitely were. The first time I took the course, it was on-campus. On the day of the final, the electricians were working on the wiring in the run-down, hole-infested, dumpster-diving environment rental unit I lived in. Without notice, the power was turned off and when I awoke, two hours after the final ended, my alarm clock was flashing pretty red numbers at me. The university I previously attended had a pretty strict "no exceptions" policy regarding the missing of a final. So, the first INCOMPLETE ended up on my record.

Trying something different, I signed up for correspondence learning. That's where procrastination took over. Here's a piece of advice: don't take a class that allows you 9 months to finish. If you're anything like the typical 20-year old, you won't start day one. Then, if you're like me, you'll find the packet of information in a pile in your room 10 months later. Rinse, lather, and repeat. That's how you can end up with three INCOMPLETEs on your record. Oops.

Obviously, this is not something I'm proud of. This time around, I'm planning on completing the coursework and actually taking the final. Age has taught me something at least.

Class has started; I've posted my discussion questions for this week (determining the monthly payment amounts for a mortgage - Excel is your friend. Love the mortgage amortization table I found as a template.) I have to write a paper about ethics and finance (think Enron scandals) for this week's mega-assignment. And I have to participate in class. Which will be slightly more difficult than last class's daily updates on techniques I use in management. I had four people out of 16 in the last class ask to work for me. That felt good. This will not happen with finance. I can predict this fact.

Speaking of learning, I received my "diploma" today. On Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, I attended a managerial seminar/training at work on Ken Blanchard's Situational Leadership II. Mr. Blanchard has written such books as, "Raving Fans," and "One-Minute Manager." The class was pretty cool. Nothing overly earth-shattering, but fun and a good opportunity to sit back and think, "Am I effective?" Without violating any copyright laws, the basic premise for the class is that here are four stages of development everyone goes through to learn a task. Guess what? There are also four styles of management and they correspond. Most managers use only one style of leadership and so they are effective only a part of the time. In this class, we discussed providing direction to those who don't know how to complete tasks. We talked about supporting emotions. Again, nothing earth-shattering, but fun to look at which style is appropriate. I'm actually going to train my team on a portion of the learning (well, what I can fit into an hour long meeting from 18 hours of training). Steve, the super-fantastic-awesome-rock and roll all-star team lead, will get more of a picture of the training.

I did enjoy the training (couldn't you tell?) and liked the eye-openers of times when I am sure I was not as effective as I could have been. Management is learning every day. I am passionate about it and I guess that's a good thing. It is what I do for a living.

On the subject of work, my team is still awesome. I asked DM if I played favorites with bankers once. She replied, "Yes. But they are all your favorite." I have a couple of bankers applying for new jobs, promotions and I'm encouraging them as much as I can. I will be MAD PROUD (sorry for the caps, but it seemed to fit) of them if they get the position. The job I have does not tend to keep bankers around for more than a year. That's a fact. As much as I'd love to keep my team for years and years, the job is one that people master and move on. If I accept this and do the right thing of developing people, I can find reward in this fact. I'm working with Steve to get him promoted (although I'd be lost without him). But he deserves it. He's worked very hard and he would be a great manager. There are big things on his horizon.

So, what else is new? Hmmm. I've been scrapbooking a little, not working on photoshopping pictures since my external hard drive seemed to be defective and stopped working the day after I could have returned it to Best Buy (ARGH!).

I made green beans for myself. When DM and I went to Wisconsin (which I still need to write about), we stopped at this little family run farm on the way home. I bought corn, a watermelon, and green beans. It was the first time I cooked them myself and I have to admit, they were edible! I'm a horrible cook. Not because I make bad food, but because I rarely cook anything for myself.

DM has been writing up karaoke adventures as of late. I had a cold this past weekend (summer colds are awful) which entailed my use of cold medication. Advil Cold & Sinus should come with the warning, "Beware, side effects will include the loss of a minimum of 20 I.Q. points." I get goofy and silly. Others find it entertaining.

Since I was at work for the day shift the past two days, my mom wanted to go out to dinner. She took me to the Green Mill, a chain restaurant popular here. Scott was there too. I really enjoyed spending time with them.

My dad's birthday is Thursday and I'll be taking him out on Monday. He's golfing this entire weekend.

Oh, I ran into man-boobie guy again. The caretaker of my apartment building is a man I have nicknamed "Man-Boobie Guy." I know, it's wrong. On many levels. The reason for the name has to do with the fact the first time I saw him he had no shirt on and I thought there was a half-naked woman wandering around my apartment building. Scary. I saw him on Tuesday, as I was leaving for work. He initiated conversation with a chipper, "Howdy!" Which made me look at my outfit, trying to see if I was wearing a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, spurs, or any form of an overly large belt buckle since nothing in his appareal indicated the use of this type of greeting. Much to my surprise (because I'm known for frequently dressing up for work like I was going to go wrassle cattle on a ranch), I was not wearing anything that would indicate this as a proper greeting. I said hello and went along my way.

I suppose that's enough for tonight. I will try to make the rounds now to other sites. Hope all is well in the blog-o-verse.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Ug!

Statistics is killing me. I cannot wait until this class is over. I'm trying to be optimistic and think I'll pass the class, but I'm going insane.

I spent so much time yesterday on that stupid system that I was tormented in my sleep by statistics.

Do you understand how boring of a dream it is to be sitting down at your computer with a calculator, pencil, and reams of notebook paper, working the same problems over and over?

I didn't go to work today since I think I managed to actually get maybe two hours of sleep last night and it is making me feel like crap. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, my shoulder ache. They say that stats can't kill you, but I think they can. I do.

I've had about 1/2 a case of Coke in the last two days. This can't be good for me. I still have four topics to learn before I can "fill in the pie". There is this horrible pie chart of what you're supposed to know and what you do know.

When I did the initial assessment, I had filled in the math part of the pie. I had no other parts filled in. I have now finished the basic statistics part, which is good because you can't seem to even get questions for the inferential statistics piece without doing the basics.

I want to act like a little kid and lay on the floor, kicking and screaming, "But I don't CARE how to do a hypothesis test for the difference of population means!"

What doesn't help is the fact I was speaking to a guy at work last weekend who took stats years ago and loved it. He told me that in 30 years of working, he used something from stats ONE TIME!

I know I'm going to forget the knowledge from this class as soon as I chuck the text book across the room on the last day and yet I have to do the work! AHHHH!

So I feel like crap because of statistics. (And maybe a flu bug.)

On a much better note, I still have music to listen to. And plenty of Coca-Cola. The pretty red can. Ah, Coke. I'm starting to understand the power of the color red.

8 Comments:

At 5:54 PM, Rev said...

Mmm pie.

I'm going to put a link to your blog on my blog pretty soon. I'm sick too. Pobably the flu. My head is messed up.

At 8:31 PM, brooksba said...

Hi Rev!

That sounds great.

I'm sorry you're sick. It is no fun at all.

On a good note, I'm feeling better once I put the text book down for the night! It's amazing how mood plays such a large part of how you feel.

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At 8:53 PM, CarpeDM said...

I, unlike Emily, do not have a flat screen to offer you. Sorry. However, I can relate to the weird dreams. I dream that Sandy, our trainer, had a whip and was snapping it in my ear because I kept falling asleep in class. This is not a good thing.

I am sorry you are not feeling good or possibly are feeling good now that you have shut the book.

Red is very cool. I like it.

At 9:20 PM, brooksba said...

Hello,

Thanks for the flat screen offer, but I already have a flat screen monitor and I don't watch much TV.

DM,

Crazy dream!

Hey, I found a catwoman costume yesterday. I'm never wearing it. What are you going to be for Halloween?

At 9:46 AM, Matt said...

Little Sister,
Sorry that I haven't been able to blog the past couple of days, been busy. I am sorry to hear that you were not feeling good, I never like it when you are sick, no one does. I still have nevfer urn across someone who wakes up and says, "OH AWESOME!!!!!!! I've tgot the runs!!!!" Or something like that.

Red is a very cool color, it is (for me anyhow) exciting and soothing all at the same time. I donm'tknow why, I do know however that every time I see a red blanket I have to charge it. Could that be the Astrological sign in me coming out?

Hope that stats will be done soon, I hate seeing what it is doing ot you. Besides, how cool am I going to look if I come over to your apartment and kick the Stats Book ass? Nothing says tough than a man kicking a book across the room, screaming at it, "NOT SO TOUGH NOW ARE YA B---H?!?!?!?" By the way, every time I see the word inferential, I want to read it as infernal. Is that Freudian?

I will talk to you later,
Big Brother

P.S. The Catwoman suit migth come in handy at karoke if you wear it on Sunday night.........just a thought.
Me

At 11:17 AM, The Lioness said...

Coke, coke, coke (this is what I can remember from your post right now) coke, coke, coke, coke (haven't had any today) coke, coke, coke (by any other name) COKE COKE COKE!!!!

At 11:08 PM, angelia said...

Ahhh, but have you been tormented by the dream of a giant pepperoni pizza with black olive eyes?

Study Break #2

I can now understand how food just disappears.

I found a box of Girl Scout cookies in the freezer the other day and I left them out to thaw. They are no longer frozen and I saw the box sitting on the kitchen counter tonight.

Since I needed a break from staring at my computer screen, I went into my kitchen, grabbed the box of wonderfully delicious cookies, and brought it back to the computer.

I opened the package, took out one cookie, and ate half of it. Then I put the other half down.

A few moments later, I picked up the half of the cookie and finished it. I then looked at the package and sat puzzled. There seemed to be four cookies missing instead of the one that I ate.

I honestly do not have any recollection of eating the other three cookies. I know there was no one taking them, it was a period of maybe 4 minutes and I never moved from the computer.

Since I cannot be trusted with the cookies, I have moved them away from me now.

I figure this is proof that statistics will kill your brain. Maybe my brain is so full of stats now that four cookies is cannot be significantly different from one cookie and my memory process just deleted them.

I'M GOING CRAZY! Stats needs to stop!

Update on that horrible system we have to use for class. I got through about 1/3 of the part I needed to turn in two hours ago. Now I have a team project and it is more important than my individual grade, so I'm trying to verbalize these goofy math problems. This is truly the most boring thing I have EVER done!

Thank God for itunes. If there was no such thing as music, I may have driven to California and killed my teacher by now and I would have gotten away with it. No jury would convict a girl frustrated by statistical analysis of murder.

4 Comments:

At 8:27 AM, CarpeDM said...

Yes, that may be true about the jury but I am not willing to take that risk and be Bethless. There will be no killing of the teacher!

Music is good. It is soothing and our friend. Cookies are also good. They are not our friend, however.

At 1:34 PM, Firebear said...

I have to second the whole Bethless thing. Of course I keep thinking about Madonna in "Dick Tracy" saying "I'm Bethless"

At 8:29 PM, brooksba said...

Thanks for the support!

I won't kill anyone. Don't worry.

I thought the same thing with the "Bethless." I had to read it a couple times just to catch that it wasn't "Breathless."

What should I go as for Halloween? DM, Matt - Are you dressing up for karaoke?

Larry - Should I be a pirate?

At 11:35 AM, Firebear said...

I am always for women dressing as pirates. My Beth did last year, and wow! eh, I'll leave it at that.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

School Update

Well, I just need to vant.

In my learning group, one of the guys decided to not participate at all for the first week and a half and our first assignment is due on Wednesday. This is annoying.

The second guy never contributed any ideas or any help until today and he attacked me. He's a jerk. I dislike him greatly. I refrained from my comment to him, "Thank you for being a mean jerk. You suck. I really feel like this is a learning environment now. Yes, that is sarcasm." It took a lot to not write that to him. He's a jerk.

Thank you for reading my vant. I just had to complain for a moment. I'm going to write a much happier post in a few minutes. And then I'll try to fix what I broke on my blog.

3 Comments:

At 8:23 AM, CarpeDM said...

Bastard. Let Matt and I at him, we'll kick his ass.

At 8:54 AM, Matt said...

Someone attacked you! Where is the sonofabitch, I'll kill him. I'll kill him! Then when I am done with him I will resurrect him just so Scott can kill him, and then of course Dana. Bastard!

At 4:19 AM, brooksba said...

He's in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

Update to the whole team project mess. We fixed it and he realized FINALLY that I had the right answer the whole time!

I dislike him. And I have three more weeks of class with this guy.

Here's to hoping it'll get better.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

Study Break

AHHHH!

Why did I decide my Saturday night would be my primary study night this week? What was I thinking?!?!?!?!?

When I left work tonight, I told a banker, "Great! The weekend, no more banking thoughts until Tuesday." Yeah, right.

I got home, logged into class to post my first problem for the week. The problems are like story problems. I had to figure out if men had the same opinion of this mystical car that the women had. Here's the weird thing about stats. 2 can equal 3. I think this is where I struggle the most with statistics. 2 DOESN'T equal 3!!! But if the sampling error is more than 1, 2 MIGHT equal 3. I'm starting to hate statistics again. I like the math stuff - I can plug the figures into formulas and come up with an answer. I get that. I just don't get what the answer means. Okay, enough about that story problem.

The next assignment I had to do was a simulation to see if a bank should use retina scans to identify customers. Except it wasn't that simple. It had to do with this fictional bank making merchants buy systems to give retinal scans to customers. This went against all of my sense of value and common sense. This simulation made you pick answers throughout to see what you thought. And when you thought differently than the simulation, it told you that you are wrong. How can it tell my that my OPINION is wrong?!? It MAKES you pick that retinal scans are the favored option of all customers in the world. I hated this exercise.

I am now taking a break before I delete my entire school files in anger. That would not be good. No, not good. But if I did a statistical test, would good = bad? I mean, the sampling error could show that I couldn't actually accept something was bad... AHHHH!

My learning group decided that since I work at NABABNA, they wanted to write two papers about bankers selling stuff. So I'm actually writing reports about what I do at work. It makes it a little easier for me, but then I never really get away from work.

Banking is taking over my brain. I'm going to drink a Coke, dance a little dance to some Cowboy Mouth (yes, alone in my apartment, I'm a dork, it's okay), clear my mind, and then start back in with the banking. If my head explodes, I wonder who would discover me first...

2 Comments:

At 9:11 AM, Matt said...

Dancing alone to some music by yourslef does not make you a dork, when you sit in a chair and pretend to be playing the drums along with the song, or if you pretend that you have a microphone in your hand and you are on stage in front of millions, that is when you are a dork, and that is what I am when I need to break up the stress. I am starting to not like stats as well, since it is making my little sister go mental. I do have a thought for you however, in the stat world if good = bad, what would damnit be? One more thought before I go, you have discovered a very good stats problem to figure out however. Here it is, based on all of your friends, who would, statisically speaking, be the first and the last person to discover you if your head did explode?

I will tlak to you later little sister, hang in there, remember, all of this brain bashing is a step towards the final goal. To paraphrase Stephen King (that bastard) "The degree is closer."

Big Brother

At 8:30 AM, CarpeDM said...

Yep, this is why I like Nora Roberts. I don't refer to her as that bitch.

Statistics = yuck. But would that mean that I might like them? And, just between you and me, I've watched both Demolition Man and Minority Report. Eyes can be removed from their sockets and be used for retinal scans. Of course, I'm hoping that the tellers might notice if the customer is holding up the eyeballs instead of using the normal retinal scan process.

Okay, this is a weird image. I'm going now.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

The importance of editing

I was in class tonight, reading posts from other students and I came across one word that had a completely new meaning compared to what we were discussing.

Our problem had to do with whether or not soda bottles are filled to capacity. We wanted to know if they were over-filled or under-filled. One of the students in class wrote, "The bottler is concerned if the bottles are undefiled." I had a bad image over this one. I hope a bottle of soda has not been defiled.

That's all for now. Just an observation I really can't share in the classroom.

3 Comments:

At 9:08 AM, Matt said...

I am so hoping to God that there really is no such thing as a defiled soda bottle, especially knowing how much soda we drink in a day. Take care Little Sister, will talk to you later
Matt

At 10:11 AM, CarpeDM said...

Boy, I'm really glad I switched to water now!

At 12:02 PM, Firebear said...

I may be wrong, but I'm pretty sure you can defile a water bottle also

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

I'm a dork

Well, it's official. I just wrote a paper talking about statistics and banking. Does it classify me as a dweeb because I found the topic interesting?

I found an article online that I had to review and discuss. The article tested to see if people want to get copies of their checks online. Someone actually had to do a study on this.

At least I finished my paper. I tried to be funny (didn't succeed much because it was a paper about checks and stats) and I did manage to keep it under the word count requirement (350-700 words). I had to cut out most of the fun parts to get below the word count. =(

And now I'm writing about this assignment in my blog. I am a dork! Oh well, I'm getting my degree (finally!) and I'm going to stick it out, no matter what it does to my reputation (which already represents me as a dork).

I have a weekly summary due tomorrow and then the first week is behind me! Only 4 to go! And then, NO MORE STATS! (I hope.)

2 Comments:

At 8:10 AM, CarpeDM said...

I hope there will be no more stats soon. Poor Beth. This does not sound exciting. I would hate it.

At 8:55 AM, Matt said...

I hope that you get the stats out of your system soon, it is not cool when something makes my little sister feel this way. And for the record, to yourself you may be a dork, but to me (and a lot of other people) you are a fun loving, fun to be around, very beautiful person that we would never call a dork (unless you did warrant it)
Your Bro,
Me

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Success!

After much unneeded worry, I started school again tonight. I was able to set up my newsgroups (how we go to school in an online environment) and I found the posts I had to respond to. I printed up my syllabus and the information about this other computer program we need to use to go to class.

I'm excited. This usually happens when I start a new class. The next five weeks will have stress added to my life, but I'll be learning and I enjoy using the topics in class on my work environment. At the University of Phoenix Online, our courses usually ask us to use our situations at work to discuss topics being taught. Sometimes, the information I learn about helps me become a better employee at NABABNA. The discussion of business practices are not overly exciting, but they do fit my life and I enjoy the discussions in class.

I know there will be times during this class where I'm frustrated or upset. I am making a promise to myself to not let it get me down. I don't know if I can effectively say I won't get upset if someone in a learning group doesn't contribute, or if some other major disaster occurs, but I will try to keep a positive attitude.

I have an odd request for the general blogging world. Some of the papers I have to write involve finding good articles on the Internet about certain topics. If anyone comes across a great, interesting article, about "a hypothesis that was used to validate a research study," I would love to know where it was found. I always have troubles finding really good articles, so if you see one that reminds you of the topic, please let me know. I appreciate it. Don't worry if you don't find anything. I'll be looking myself too.

On that note, I'm off to study, read 40 pages of text on hypothesis testing and try to remember how to determine the standard deviation of a dataset.

Poor Dana, she's going to hate me for five weeks. I'm sorry in advance. I do need to try and talk some of this out, if I just read it, I'll never understand it and it is for my betterment. This degree means a lot to me and I do want to understand what I'm paying to learn. Otherwise, what's the point?

3 Comments:

At 11:04 AM, Matt said...

Huzzah! That is such a fun word to say, Huzzah! You have started school, that is awesome. By the way if Dana's head starts to explode or anything else, feel free to talk to me about school, I do not mind it all. I will see you later tonight, have a good day.
Big Brother
P.S. By the way, I read some more last night and I cried andhad to stop reading. He is a bastard.

At 12:36 PM, The Lioness said...

Try http://www.scirus.com/, it's pretty scientific and they have heaps of articles.

At 10:54 PM, CarpeDM said...

I'm glad you're having success with your class. I will promise to not let my head explode too much (actually, is that possible? Would it work to have your head explode only a little?) if you'll forgive the glazed over look my eyes are going to take on.

I don't get this stuff. I understand it helps you to try and teach it to me and because you are my friend and I care, I will sacrifice myself on the altar of statistics.

Yuck. I even hate the word.

Friday, September 24, 2004

Update to My Logical Vant against my school...

Finally today I heard from my counselor. Not yesterday, not when the error could have been corrected quickly and easily. No, today she called and emailed me back. ARGH!

I am frustrated about this situation because I planned on being in class from Sept 23 though Oct 27. The counselor did correct my schedule but I'm now taking the class starting next week. This doesn't help the fact that I have vacation time from work for Oct 26 and 27 to prepare for the final. Now the final won't be then. Wonderful.

The message was interesting to listen to (interesting does not mean good anymore). My counselor says, "You're right. This is strange and weird. I don't know how you ended up in algebra. I'll email you." I really love the fact that I specifically told her phone is not the best way to contact me. The ringing phone woke Dana up at what she refers to as "an un-Godly hour." It was noon. But when you're up until 6 AM making fun of commercials on T.V., noon is pretty un-Godly.

The email explained that she corrected the problem. It seems the fact I had passed the proficiency exam was lost. That's right, she lost it. And then she didn't bother to check the fact I was scheduled for a class with a pre-requisite of algebra when I've taken a different class already requiring algebra (and got an A in it!)

But it's resolved now. I'm happy about this. Stats will just start next week. Ugh.

2 Comments:

At 7:22 PM, rod said...

At the beginning of every semester, I feel terrified that I am going to screw up someone's entire college career. It is terrifying because it can cost them thousands of dollars. And what could I do? "oh, sorry". Back when I first started, I had very difficult advisees - transfer students and associate degree people whose schedules are anything but normal. Once I forgot to put an associates degree student from Dominican Republic in English class. At graduation time, he was told he had to come back another semester. I was destroyed. Another semester out of the country for him. He actually took it quite well, to my surprise.
So, in the fall, he came back for English, ended up staying and finishing a bachelors degree, met a girl, got married... all because I screwed up his course of study.
I am so careful, because I know that another screw up may not turn out so well.I hope your stuff all works out.

At 6:10 AM, CarpeDM said...

I like Rod's example. Maybe you're destined to meet the man of your dreams in this class. It could happen. Your eyes would meet across the room and...oh, wait, you take this class online. Never mind.

I'm glad it was taken care of, Beth.