Day 11 and 12 of school

English:

Tuesday, we discussed "Once More to the Lake" by E.B. White. I could not get into reading this essay at all. I HATED it, and hated him even more for writing it! I think it just has bad timing, since I spent most of the weekend writing my rough draft on Jason's diagnosis. The last thing you want to read is some rich, white guy bonding with his son at the lake he and his father used to "summer" at for a month. Weirdly, I was more physically emotional reading this crap about his "... groin feeling the cold chill of death" when his son put on a wet swimsuit, than writing Jason's essay. Suck it, E.B. White! You, Wilbur, Charlotte, and and your flacid vitals need to quit making me cry. I guess the whole what- was- once- was, and what coulda, shoulda been, was conflicting. I got 3 out of 5 on the "Didja read it, 'cause I assigned it" paper.

So I got a glowing review on my first essay. It's probably the best grade that I have ever received on anything ever. She said she was going to keep a copy on file and present it to students who asked what it took to get an A. She told me that for honor's I need to write a ten page paper, and I should not have any problem whipping out something like that. We'll see.

Thursday, we had our peer review of our rough draft of our descriptive narrative essays. This was really hard, long, and probably deeply psychotic to write. I started this on Friday around 10am, and didn't stop until Max was banging on the front door, since he was home from school. This paper is only to be 2-3 pages long, and I had seven pages before we even left the first hospital. There is just so much to a day like that. All the details would get so suffocating, that I would cry and have to lay on the floor a few times. Poor Max came home to a deeply disturbed woman. But I finished it with a little help with my pop's, sister-pants, good friends, and wine. There were two others in my peer group. One had written an essay about her family of nine growing up in a two bedroom apartment, which was pretty good. The other had a handwritten six pages of the longest run-on sentence ever recorded by man. It was about her and high school friend getting in a fist fight with other girls that weren't respecting them. I think she had the best response to my rough draft. She asked if it was a true story, and if I was okay. I told her yes to the first and no to the second.

Algebra:

Quiz 3 was Tuesday. So was a discussion on inequalities. A very long discussion. There are certainly all sorts of inequalities sitting in the desks in this room.

Thursday, I got 14/15 on my quiz. Stupid negative integers screwing up my stuff! It's the little things that get you. I get the feeling that a lot in our class are struggling due to every single quiz problem was questioned. I really admire this instructor. She is a true Zen master among the hopelessly ignorant. We then took our test on Chapters 3 and 4. There were just a few word problems that seemed kind of dumbed down compared to what our homework from our textbook is. For that, I thank her. I can figure out 20% off an $80 blouse at Macy's, AND show my work. I can figure out m+35=5(m+7)-4m. Woo-hoo, all real numbers. Let's see how we keep up the momentum on this though.


Oral Comm:

Tuesday was review for our test. After our review, we broke into groups with new people. We have a 15 minute group presentation on three topics from present day that will go into a time capsule. Our group had hammered down food, and either health, entertainment, or politics. This seems like a real Motley Crue.


Thursday, was on test on perception. It was a little more difficult than I thought it would be. I think because we just took a test on perception in Media, and a lot of the terms were somewhat similar, yet different too. After the test, we broke into groups again. One of our group members is profoundly unstable. One of those who talks out her thoughts... on ev-er-y-thing. At one point, I think she was just talking to her self, but looking at all of us. I think we have food, health, and entertainment decided upon, but I think we could have accomplished a lot more, if I could clothespin Golem's mouth. This ought to be a very "precious" presentation.

Media:

Tuesday was a test day, so once we took it, we were out the door.

Thursday, we got our test back, and I got an 86%. I'm a little shocked by that one, but I see what went wrong where. We watched our Genders studies movie, and then watched a student with a mind like a steal trap, not comprehend any of it.
Why are the ignorant always the loudest? There still is a little more of it to see on next Tuesday, so I'm sure we'll be even more exposed to a human booster shot of stupid. Can't wait.