Damn I'm in such a good mood today! I feel so great... I could do anything!
Right now, I got my techno subscription fired up while at school, I'm wide awake (with no caffeine, thank you), and I'm ready to take care of business. I think that I may be feeling this way due to a lack of exercise in the past 3 days... I've been taking my creatine (which is practically pure energy), my triple vitamin complex (a B vitamin, a multivitamin, and a vitamin with MSM/chondroitin/glucosamine), and my body is just screaming for work to do.
It's great. Being in great shape with proper supplementation is the best high I can think of. My body is literally pushing my mind to work harder, faster, to do better. It's almost like a little kid who constantly nags at you to take him/her to the park. Only, that kid gives you candy every step of the way toward the park. Yummy.
Anyway, I wanted to sum up the summer vacation I had after speech class. After that, I'm going to go kick some biological, spanish-ical, and anglical (English) ass.
I found summer vacation to be very relaxing, almost too much so. I have a problem with inactivity -- it drives me nuts. I can't do it forever because my self esteem starts diving (that's not a good trait to have, but I'm not gonna address it until I get out of school. I love moving forward, anyway). Literally, I was chomping at the bit.
I did get to spend quite a bit of time with my friends, even though I didn't plan that. It just turned out that way. Every day, i'd bump into someone, and It would turn out that they had free time (probably due to summer vacation), so I got some quality time in with them before school started. In particular, PM came down, so I spent a lot of time with him. Sadly, I think he's turning pretty negative, but I don't know. I don't think I understand what's up with him right now, and I didn't have enough time to figure it out (if it even mattered). I enjoyed spending that time with him, however. To sum up what I did with him: I went to dinner with him and Julie, gave a speech on Elvis at breakfast club, talked with him while he paid his bills and ran errands, and met with him at his house to talk about many things, in particular financial aid.
He taught me that I shouldn't have to take out student loans. If I really wanted to, I can get paid to go to school. All I have to do is work at it. And so, that is my goal: I don't ever want to pay for school ever again.
I bought a large book with tons of large scholarships listed within (each worth at least $1000). I have meticulously labeled the ones I'm eligible for. Now, all I have to do is write the letters and apply (the easiest part!)
In addition, over the summer vacation, I cleaned up my place *really* well, and cleaned the 4runner. I spent two days on it, just scrubbing away, and made it look DAMN good.
I made it look so good, in fact, that during the last 3 hours of work (which was done at my father's house), my father came to his house in his huge Ford 350 (the thing's bigger than a humvee). When he got out, he started pacing around the vehicle. He said, "That looks really good. I'm half tempted to buy it." and then went into the house. A half hour later, He came back and started looking at it again. "I'm really half tempted to buy it," he repeated. "How much do you want for it?" I said, "$3500." "Done." He said, still eyeing it.
So, now I have oodles of money (and before school started, too! Way ahead of schedule!), and I still have that amp and cab to sell.
I be rollin in the dough.
Anyway, I also worked on the radio station a bit, especially since Julie was leaving for Kansas to teach kids there (she's due to go to the caribbean 3 months after that to teach outdoors stuff... lucky girl)
Anyway, I feel primed to kick some college class ass, and don't want to blog anymore. I'll chatter later.
One morning, a young man suddenly wakes up as a woman
Thursday, September 8
Wednesday, September 7
Put Up or Shut Up
Okay. I wanted to post earlier, but I haven't had the time. It turns out that it's really hard to spend any time on a computer when you live in West Haven; the busses only make the rounds 10 times a day (5 times north and 5 times south).
Over the summer, I plugged along, doing speech class. As predicted, speech is the almighty bitch, but for me, i had a new challenge -- having no computer made data gathering harder. I believe I wrote about how I got through the persuasive speech, but the persuasive speech was another story.
In that speech, I was persuading everyone on why social security privatization was a bad thing. Now, it wasn't hard in the thinking sense, it was just hard in the busy work sense. I had a lot of my materials ready by the eve of the speech day (I was set to be one of the first speeches), but I got tired and decided to sleep first (I know I work faster if I'm not tired. I had, after all, spent 2 hours bicycling and 10 hours working at the hospital, plus time to make food...). Well, I woke up at 2, in my frigid-ass unibomber shack (August was cold!), and began to work. And I worked. And I worked. I wanted this stuff memorized. I took one break, when I made breakfast at 6:30 and got ready for the bus at 7, but even then, I worked. At 9:30, I finished the outline, and tried to get my powerpoint fixed up. But! I couldn't. I couldn't get my pictures on to powerpoint, and didn't have time to figure it out. After losing 15 minutes, I decided to use my old powerpoint presentation for my informative speech, which luckily had some pictures I didn't use, and then tried to save it to disc.
The computer ate my floppy.
Frustrated, I threw my hands in the air, and ran to the student store, bought a floppy, and came back. I stuck it in a different computer, pulled my informative speech powerpoint off my email, refinished it for the persuasive speech, saved to the floppy, and back to my email. (Putting powerpoint in email is really nice!) By this time it was 10:00, which is when the class started. I furiously began writing my cards. In my head while I did this, I started getting thoughts: I was on the last part of the last speech in a class that I had completed almost completely. I was a centimeter from victory. I was also a centimeter from failure. If I didn't get to class on time, I was doomed. All would be for naught. I would have to redo everything I did.
It was judgment time.
As I scribbled the information on the flashcards, I saw the time: 10:35. There weren't very many people going to present on the first day of persuasive speeches. Would I make it? Would class be over when I got there? As time when on, I got this overwhelming feeling of my heart sinking, and I felt depressed and frazzled. I felt like I had already lost; That it was hopeless. I wanted to stop.
But I didn't. I knew that I was so very close, that it was time to put up. I wrote that last damn flashcard, picked up everything, and charged to my speech class.
They were almost done.
Everyone was surprised to see me. The teacher thought she saw the telltale sign of someone who hadn't completed their speech, and decided not to show up on their speech day at all. She thought wrong!
I gave that speech in front of everybody, whilst using my flashcards minimally (my way of doing things). After the speech, so many people were engaged by my presentation, that we spent a good half hour talking afterwords about all kinds of parts of social security that weren't about persuasion.
I got an A in that class.
So, now it's over. The one class that's about something I do almost everyday (give speeches), that kicked my ass the first time around (and hurt my self esteem. That was a terrible teacher, whom I heard had a mental breakdown later. But anyway)I was victorious in everything I cared about at that time.
Anyway, A lot happened these past four weeks (it's the second week of school). But I have to catch the last bus to West Haven, so I'll write more later.
Over the summer, I plugged along, doing speech class. As predicted, speech is the almighty bitch, but for me, i had a new challenge -- having no computer made data gathering harder. I believe I wrote about how I got through the persuasive speech, but the persuasive speech was another story.
In that speech, I was persuading everyone on why social security privatization was a bad thing. Now, it wasn't hard in the thinking sense, it was just hard in the busy work sense. I had a lot of my materials ready by the eve of the speech day (I was set to be one of the first speeches), but I got tired and decided to sleep first (I know I work faster if I'm not tired. I had, after all, spent 2 hours bicycling and 10 hours working at the hospital, plus time to make food...). Well, I woke up at 2, in my frigid-ass unibomber shack (August was cold!), and began to work. And I worked. And I worked. I wanted this stuff memorized. I took one break, when I made breakfast at 6:30 and got ready for the bus at 7, but even then, I worked. At 9:30, I finished the outline, and tried to get my powerpoint fixed up. But! I couldn't. I couldn't get my pictures on to powerpoint, and didn't have time to figure it out. After losing 15 minutes, I decided to use my old powerpoint presentation for my informative speech, which luckily had some pictures I didn't use, and then tried to save it to disc.
The computer ate my floppy.
Frustrated, I threw my hands in the air, and ran to the student store, bought a floppy, and came back. I stuck it in a different computer, pulled my informative speech powerpoint off my email, refinished it for the persuasive speech, saved to the floppy, and back to my email. (Putting powerpoint in email is really nice!) By this time it was 10:00, which is when the class started. I furiously began writing my cards. In my head while I did this, I started getting thoughts: I was on the last part of the last speech in a class that I had completed almost completely. I was a centimeter from victory. I was also a centimeter from failure. If I didn't get to class on time, I was doomed. All would be for naught. I would have to redo everything I did.
It was judgment time.
As I scribbled the information on the flashcards, I saw the time: 10:35. There weren't very many people going to present on the first day of persuasive speeches. Would I make it? Would class be over when I got there? As time when on, I got this overwhelming feeling of my heart sinking, and I felt depressed and frazzled. I felt like I had already lost; That it was hopeless. I wanted to stop.
But I didn't. I knew that I was so very close, that it was time to put up. I wrote that last damn flashcard, picked up everything, and charged to my speech class.
They were almost done.
Everyone was surprised to see me. The teacher thought she saw the telltale sign of someone who hadn't completed their speech, and decided not to show up on their speech day at all. She thought wrong!
I gave that speech in front of everybody, whilst using my flashcards minimally (my way of doing things). After the speech, so many people were engaged by my presentation, that we spent a good half hour talking afterwords about all kinds of parts of social security that weren't about persuasion.
I got an A in that class.
So, now it's over. The one class that's about something I do almost everyday (give speeches), that kicked my ass the first time around (and hurt my self esteem. That was a terrible teacher, whom I heard had a mental breakdown later. But anyway)I was victorious in everything I cared about at that time.
Anyway, A lot happened these past four weeks (it's the second week of school). But I have to catch the last bus to West Haven, so I'll write more later.
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