Monday I have a speech to give... you know for someone who loves to talk as much as I, you would think I love public speaking. I hate public speaking. I also dislike very much when my other classes infringe upon my ceramics studio time.
Anyhow, speech monday, exam in psych on wednesday, and exam in speech on friday. I am also supposed to spend about two hours this week rounding out my English paper.... and I've a mid term project due in ceramics.
I've begun to believe this to be a big juggling act.
It appears that someone has already rented the little farm house. phooie.
That's ok, we've plenty of work to do in three different places this summer.
Michael's aunt wants to plant ivy, lots and lots of ivy. oh darn. I've pretty much got cart blanch and plenty of place to vegetable garden this summer. I can hardly wait.
At some point I'll be taking pictures of my pottery so that everyone can see what I've been up to. I've finally reached the place where I am exceeding my previous talent. I don't have the arm strength to make large vessels anymore. Maybe if someone did all the hard work and then gave me a perfectly centered lump of clay, then maybe. I'm ok with it though... I don't need to make large things.
I sooo don't want to give a speech.
today, I was not feeling the muse. It turns out that she just doesn't care to create if I have other homework to do. So, instead of extra lab time today, I spent the day at home... still not doing my homework because spending time with Michael was much more enticing.
Michael is at class now and so I will go and do my homework. I really really really hate the idea of moving, but there is a farm that is for rent not far from Michael's Aunt. 300 bucks a month.
Not to mention that living this close to campus is really great for somethings, and not so great for others. The noise, the rental company... The 'kids'... yeah I'm so getting old. Did I mention that the little farm has a chicken coop?
sweeeet.
i am so sick of politics right now. The bank bailout absolutely infuriates me as the reality of my inequality to the upper class is smacked in my face. I mean, my business lived and died according to the free market... If the banks, bank owners and wall street jockeys aren't subject to the whiles of the free market, then they are obviously more entitled than I (or my demographic peers) to such treatment. These people BET..... read that GAMBLE... for a living. They used the money without transparency and did not address the mortgages that they were supposed to.
and there's rumor that there may be 2 or 3 more bailouts specifically for the banking sector.
bleah.
on a good note, Michael and I signed up for the school gym that was just built and it's snazzy. Very beautiful building, lots of space to work out, it's just really awesome and I'm hopeful about getting back into being more active again :)
Hope everyone is well :)
I got a B on my speech exam.
I got an A on my Psych exam.
The perfectionist in me wanted to pick the B apart, but I just accepted it and moved on. I can't be bothered with perfectionism right now.
English class, I've missed two classes. I've found it hard to get up and be at class by 8 a.m. but I need to do better.
Michael and I moved 3 hours south to be closer to his family and be able to take trips to see my father. 4 hours is much more manageable than 7 hour trip.
My Aunt in Kentucky is less than 2 hours away, instead of 5, and we are very happy about that.
I made a set of cereal bowls in ceramics yesterday. I made 12-15, and I trimmed the bottoms so they don't wobble. They are a practice in wabi sabi. My teacher moved me from the beginner syllabus to the intermediate syllabus... I was way ahead, now I'm gonna have to bust ass to get ahead again. I am trying to complete the beginning syllabus anyways, just for the practice. I should be taking some pictures of the greenware (that's the name for the things you make with clay before it gets fired in a kiln.)
Michael and I travel about 40 minutes to his parent's house on Saturdays. It's good to catch up with them, to help them with various projects, and we play games with them. Pinochle is a fun card game. I'm a terrible loser. I win magnificently.
Michael got me 3 bottles of bath and body works lotion which is about the only thing that keeps my skin hydrated since I've been in the ceramics lab.
I've signed up for the free counseling that they offer at the school. I've got four years. I will get the most out of it that I can.
The University just opened a very nice fitness facility, with pool and hot tub. Can't wait to get in there. Probably on Tuesday....
Sorry about the sporadic random nature of this update. Just thought I'd drop in for a minute. I've got to get back to my homework.
Cheers
A lot has happened in the last few months since I stopped blogging. I didn't have time to read people's journals, and I didn't have time to write my own. My blog, to me, felt like whinging, constantly. It seemed that everything was funneling downward and I really just didn't want to record the descent.
So many people that I've lost touch with, so many friendships I couldn't keep up with, and a lot of hurt and disappointment at the lack of support from friends and family. I was really hurt and disappointed that so few showed up to my wedding and 2 receptions, not to mention only 3 of my friends and 1 family member came to my coffee shop while it was open. I abhor confrontation, and I just didn't know how to process it all. I got tired of sending 4 or 5 emails to friends and then no response.
So, I stopped blogging. I stopped calling people back. I stopped emailing people who don't email me back, and that's just how it has to be. I'm not the best at communication either, but I do try, I do travel, and I do care. I understand that everyone has a life and that they have limitations, but somehow I've managed to make space when and where I could.
Michael and I moved on the coldest day of the year (-20 degrees with windchill) into a tiny 2 bedroom apartment. We came back 2 or 3 times to Columbus to try and wrap up the house, but it took forever. Thankfully, I had the help of Dusty and Lady who helped us make it look even nicer than it did when we first moved in. I got back 1/3 of my deposit. Even though I should have gotten all of it back. It is still 1/3 more than I expected.
I've become inflamed (impassioned is the word I wanted to use, but it's not quite strong enough) over politics, the economy, the general downward slide of our country into forcing all members the middle class into poverty. Michael and I are both happy University students and putting our all into trying to have the best educations we can manage.
My courses this semester are:
English101
Speech (just shoot me)
Psych 101
Ceramics (oh yeah)
Uni 101 (Consider it a college retention class)
So my english class is kick ass because the teacher is the type of person who should be a teacher. He doesn't overload us with homework, he makes sure that he gives us class time to do everything, and has taken us to the library computer lab to personally show us how to use the data base to get our resources.
My Speech class blows because I hate public speaking.... yes, I can run off at the mouth constantly, but I actually don't like to do it for a crowd. Go figure.
and it's an insane amount of workload for a 100 level course (aka a freshman class)
Psychology is cool because that's my major and I'm actually retaining the info. I am fascinated by human behavior and brain physiology.
Ceramics is nothing short of awesome. I am getting back my old talent that I was afraid that I had lost. So I am thrilled, and I spend a lot of time in the ceramics lab to which students have 24 hour access.
Hemlock has finally grown back his fur, although his tail hasn't reclaimed all of it's glory yet. there's still the very end of it which I didn't shave that is a bit longer than the stuff that has grown in. Strangely he had gotten even fluffier. I really need to take a cat brush to him.
Domina is a butterball. She had lost some weight in the summertime, but that cat is fat. FAAAAT. and still cross eyed.
Pfeiffer is medium sized. But she may not get any bigger. She is extremely soft and very mischevious. She has expressed her displeasure at not being consulted about the color and design of the shower curtain before we purchased it. To let her displeasure be known she has climbed it several times. I have gone into the bathroom, turned on the lights, and been met face to face with Pfeiffer at the top of the shower curtain, eyes glossed, and unashamed.
I've gotta run. I have a ton of speech homework to do in order to justify any time spent in the ceramics lab