Sunday, January 20, 2013
'Cause Our Baseball Team's Stupid...
Tonight we decided to play Parcheesi with my family. This game is one of merciless strategy, and ruthless actions. We all had a blast. About half way through the game, my mom pulled out our little community newspaper and began to read. While we were playing, she mentioned that my high school was hiring a new football coach, and at the same time, it was my turn to move. With my mind in another place, I responded, "'Cause our baseball team's stupid!" About half a second later, I realized my mistake. I meant to say our *football team is stupid. Everyone was silent, as we processed what exactly just happened. Then at the exact same time, we all busted out laughing. This line then became the answer to everyone's questions for the rest of the night and was quickly correlated to an old classic, Napoleon Dynamite. This has probably been one of the best nights that I had in a long time, I only wish that we had done this more often...Well, that's all for tonight!
Thursday, January 17, 2013
And We All (Supposedly) Lived Happily Ever After (Maybe)
Have you ever been so busy it feels like you were never able to sleep? Well that is how I feel now. The end of the semester is today, well technically tomorrow but you know what who cares, and I have literally been a buzzing bee. I have been in and out of classes for the last four days, and staying after school to help tutor ASL students. Once I got home, I then had about 3 hours of homework left to do, plus the normal daily chores, and responsibilities. Today has been a good day. All of my hard work has paid off, and I am proud to say that I have maintained my good grades. A few of my classes that I have were easy, while a few of them were hard. Then there were some of those oddball classes that you take on a whim, and ones that relate to your interests but are not directly related. One of those unrelated classes was COMM 1010 or Communications at Work.
For COMM 1010, we were supposed to complete several projects during the second quarter. Mostly, the class included a lot of note taking, and lectures. Typical for a college class, however once the semester came closer to the end, projects were beginning to pop up. One such project was to interview a professional in my career choice. Now, if you didn't know, I have some serious social anxiety. It has gotten better over the years, but I still can't shake the paralyzing fear that I have when I need to talk to some random person that I have never met before. My interviewee was a pathologist in a local hospital and the boss of a family friend. I spent weeks preparing for the interview. Needless to say, I felt pretty confident in my preparation. I could do this! Once I arrived at the hospital, however, I had to wait for 20 minutes for Dr. Smith (name has been changed). We began the interview and I asked my first question. How did you become interested in the medical field. The answer that she would say would change the atmosphere of the interview completely. She, one of the more knowledgeable individuals in the building, gave a literal two word answer. "My dad" .
Not only was this a terrible answer, but I felt the coldness and the unfamiliarity seep into the doctor's voice as she answered. I moved on and asked more and more questions to literally wrestle more answers out of her mouth. She was just as reluctant, maybe more, than I was when we were first given the assignment. Once I was finished, I felt like I needed to find someone else to get the answers that I was hungering for. She kindly guided me to, surprisingly, her department head. Mr. Knight (name also changed). Running through my mind was, "Oh dear, here we go again!" Dr. Knight entered and immediately felt the difference from Dr. Smith. I was more relaxed and the interview went better than I could hope for
Today I got Dr. Smith's evaluation back from the teacher. Apparently I have a lack of interest in the subject, when in reality, it was she who harbored a lack of interest, or willingness to tell me her history in the midical field. Now you know my frustrations, and with this I leave you. K bye!
For COMM 1010, we were supposed to complete several projects during the second quarter. Mostly, the class included a lot of note taking, and lectures. Typical for a college class, however once the semester came closer to the end, projects were beginning to pop up. One such project was to interview a professional in my career choice. Now, if you didn't know, I have some serious social anxiety. It has gotten better over the years, but I still can't shake the paralyzing fear that I have when I need to talk to some random person that I have never met before. My interviewee was a pathologist in a local hospital and the boss of a family friend. I spent weeks preparing for the interview. Needless to say, I felt pretty confident in my preparation. I could do this! Once I arrived at the hospital, however, I had to wait for 20 minutes for Dr. Smith (name has been changed). We began the interview and I asked my first question. How did you become interested in the medical field. The answer that she would say would change the atmosphere of the interview completely. She, one of the more knowledgeable individuals in the building, gave a literal two word answer. "My dad" .
Not only was this a terrible answer, but I felt the coldness and the unfamiliarity seep into the doctor's voice as she answered. I moved on and asked more and more questions to literally wrestle more answers out of her mouth. She was just as reluctant, maybe more, than I was when we were first given the assignment. Once I was finished, I felt like I needed to find someone else to get the answers that I was hungering for. She kindly guided me to, surprisingly, her department head. Mr. Knight (name also changed). Running through my mind was, "Oh dear, here we go again!" Dr. Knight entered and immediately felt the difference from Dr. Smith. I was more relaxed and the interview went better than I could hope for
Today I got Dr. Smith's evaluation back from the teacher. Apparently I have a lack of interest in the subject, when in reality, it was she who harbored a lack of interest, or willingness to tell me her history in the midical field. Now you know my frustrations, and with this I leave you. K bye!
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