I graduate tomorrow. Duh, right? I’ve been posting about it since I started classes in 2007.
I think communication is not my strong point because people started piling in today, for my graduation. Here. In our house. Fifteen people who all assumed that they could crash here in our puny four-bedrooms-that-are-all-occupied home. We don’t have a couch anymore, and the floor is littered with boxes of movies my mom brought over for me several days ago. Movies that I am getting rid of on Listia.
So where are all these people going to sleep? They’re not like Dennis’ band mates and able to just tent out on the floor. Josh is complaining that he needs a mattress because his back hurts. James said the floor smells funny. Michelle…well, she doesn’t sleep on floors. Those are just the ones not being difficult. People are also expecting us to feed them. That’s not so bad because we had a ton of food here and they’re only going to be here for a few days, but shit… Where are all these people going to sleep????
Dennis suggested we give up our bed to Josh and anyone else who couldn’t sleep on the floor due to health reasons, but then my back would be killing me, and I wouldn’t be able to get across the stage tomorrow.
Who’d have thought getting a degree would be this hard? 
I just got back from taking my final. I have a good feeling about this. If I did well, then I’m done with college forever. Time to get on with my life. 
That means finding a job and actually using this $25,000 degree. After 4pm, I’ll know for sure. And I will post as soon as I know.
Also, we’re close to the 500 comments. Who ever posts the 500th comment will get 500 EntreCard credits. So why aren’t you commenting already??
Journey’s End
I apologize for the downtime. I really wish that I had an explanation for it, but I emailed my hosts today when my email account was no longer receiving emails. Then my emails all came in, and my site wasn’t accessible! WTF!
Anyway..
This week is the long stretch week at school. I have 31 pages of essays to write, including the test on Thursday, then an assignment on Thursday night and Friday’s assignment. We’re getting our final lab notebook Thursday and turning in the one we got on the second on that same day. Actually, we’re pretty pressed until May 7th, which is finals. It’s all over after that. No more schooling unless I decide to change my major. I’ll have the highest degree in my major. The road was long, but it’s come to an end. I’m a little sad. I’ve lost my way a little on the journey, but I’m glad that I stuck with it. I’m glad that I went through with it all. But mostly, I’m glad that I had friends to support me. Thank you.
Lance Gave Me MRSA
There was an elementary school coming through our school today. These were free to all students, both through the school and for the kids coming through. I missed the morning rush and didn’t get one. Lance got me a MRSA since I’ve had that twice, along with VRSA.
I got an 89 on the test I took Monday.
Matt’s coming to visit me while my husband is away. It just dawned on me that this is our last week together until he leaves till the first week of March. Of course there’s always that chance that we may never see each other again, so we’re going to make the best of what time we have left. Yeast infections and all.
Off to my exam. Pray for me. Pray hard. And pray that Professor Buchanan lets us use our text books on the exam because otherwise over half the class is going to fail. Myself included.
Ice Storm ’10
We’re getting an ice storm right now. The power hasn’t gone out, but it flickered a few times, so I thought I’d update before all hell broke loose and just let everyone know that if you don’t see me for a few days, call me. If a month goes by, call the police; it means I’m dead from taking away the Seconal.
I will say that I love watching the ice through the orange barf glow of the street lamps. The glittering is so calming. To make matters better, the University is closed tomorrow, but I still have to get up and do an assignment, and then email it back to my professor. “Just because the University is giving you a day off doesn’t mean that I am. Anyone who doesn’t turn in the assignment by 9:50am tomorrow morning will have their final grade lowered a whole letter grade.” Wow. I log in to get the assignment, and it’s not there, so I email the professor. This is what I got back:
“Why do you students not talk to each other? I am NOT UPLOADING THE FILE UNTIL 9AM. YOU MUST BE AWAKE AND READY TO DOWNLOAD IT BY 9:05AM BECAUSE AFTER THAT, I WILL PULL THE DOWNLOAD!
And print out a copy and do a hard copy to bring to class on Monday. We’re behind schedule already.”
Geeze, teach, did they take away your mental pills or something? He’s the third person to give me a hard time today. I think it’s time to go slink off and take my meds and get to bed.
Jamie aka: The being known as Wonder Girl, 30, mother of four, wife to one, she is a senior biomedicine student who is learning to fit in in the world around her. After nearly three decades on this planet, she still doesn't know where she belongs. Best friend of Matt, sarcastic, spoiled, apathetic, kutie brat, babe. Just your average woman, living in a not-so-average world, surviving by her incredible super power of being able to see right through you while
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