So, I have to apologize for being such a horrible blogger. I literally have 3 posts started and just didn't really like any of them enough to finish. So, this is it for a while.
tomorrow morning at around 11:30am, I am off to Virginia with my mother-in-law, Audrey, for a week long children literature conference. It should be a lot of fun. And very interesting. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is the flying. I have never flown and am TERRIFIED! It is only a 2 hour flight. Not bad. It should be fine. But still, I can't help but be completely and utterly terrified about it. So here i am, it's 9:40pm and I have yet to start packing.
I guess I should hop on that.
I promise to be better to my 4 followers (thanks guys) from now on.!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
"We've got Cows!!"
So this is what Abby (my fellow mail room worker) and I have been looking at for about the last 2 hours. Ever since we heard that the "window of doom" (or at least that's what I am calling it) would be lasting from 4:00-10:00pm. I'm not sure if the weather man (who is no George Flickinger by the way - People from Abilene, you understand what I mean) realizes, but that is a HUGE gap. We are talking about 6 hours of possible impending doom. I would just really appreciate it if i knew a little smaller window of when i may start my journey to OZ.
Really though, in all honesty, it wouldn't be as bad if every single person didn't tell us to be safe due to the bad weather that's a-comin'. That is what makes is terrifying (despite the incredibly blue sky outside). The good news...Thanks to good ole Niel Arter, Abby and I now know where are 'safe zones' are. The Bad news, We will be making a mad dash across campus to be in said 'safe zone'. I think i might just cut my losses and go outside with a camera (that is what true Texan/Oklahomans do...right?). Not really. I'll be safe. Probably. Most likely.
I really do appreciate it when Neil Arter keeps me safe. I what will I do when I am a big girl out of college and i no longer get emails telling me to take cover and another telling me when it's safe again. Do you think he might keep me on the email list if I ask him really nice? I sure hope so.
In all seriousness, I am hoping that I don't blow away tonight and that all our cars: Ruby, Ella and The Beast, are all ok (why yes, I do name my vehicles. It makes them feel important and run better.) I hope that Mr. Weather man is just overreacting so that people can't blame a spontaneous twister out of nowhere on him.
Well, Here's to avoiding yellow brick roads and flying monkeys for one more day.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Psyc Stats
Tonight, I worked on this for 4 hours.
That my dear friends, is homework for the summer session of Introduction to Psychological Statistics...AKA, My mortal enemy. This was a fairly short homework assignment,mind you. But it was still draining. Luckily, I had my wonderful Study-Buddy Brittany Greene (She's wonderful). I won't lie, I took this class once, over the course of a semester. It was horrible then. But now, over just 3 weeks, it's awful!! My brain feels like those old commercials about drugs. You know, the ones with the eggs and the frying pans, where they show the eggs and tell you this is your brain. And then they smash the eggs with a frying pan and tell you this is your brain on drugs. It left you with this image of gross runny, slimy jumbled egg goo. That is my brain on stats.
I realize that you might think that I am overreacting, but trust me...I'm not. I'm just not really good at this class. Math has never been my strong point. And after this class (twice) I'm pretty sure that it never will be. Sadly, quite possibly the rest of my career could hinge on my knowledge of this. I will need this to successfully carry out my experiments on the unsuspecting freshmen of next year to graduate. I will need it to it get into (and graduate from) any self-respecting grad school. And then if I get really ambitious (which lets face it, depending on the day I might...but probably not) I will have to have it for my Doctoral dissertation. Therefore, my entire future hinges on variances, regression lines, and ANOVAs. And that my friend, is horribly devastating. If only my future could be built on my witty Repertoire or sarcastic quips, but alas I must subject myself to struggling though upper level math.
And now, I must go to sleep. Only so that I can once again get up and sit through 3 hours of stats starting at 8 in the morning. Hello Starbucks. Nothing like paying $4.50 for a cup of coffee to keep me awake for mathematical torture.
That my dear friends, is homework for the summer session of Introduction to Psychological Statistics...AKA, My mortal enemy. This was a fairly short homework assignment,mind you. But it was still draining. Luckily, I had my wonderful Study-Buddy Brittany Greene (She's wonderful). I won't lie, I took this class once, over the course of a semester. It was horrible then. But now, over just 3 weeks, it's awful!! My brain feels like those old commercials about drugs. You know, the ones with the eggs and the frying pans, where they show the eggs and tell you this is your brain. And then they smash the eggs with a frying pan and tell you this is your brain on drugs. It left you with this image of gross runny, slimy jumbled egg goo. That is my brain on stats.
I realize that you might think that I am overreacting, but trust me...I'm not. I'm just not really good at this class. Math has never been my strong point. And after this class (twice) I'm pretty sure that it never will be. Sadly, quite possibly the rest of my career could hinge on my knowledge of this. I will need this to successfully carry out my experiments on the unsuspecting freshmen of next year to graduate. I will need it to it get into (and graduate from) any self-respecting grad school. And then if I get really ambitious (which lets face it, depending on the day I might...but probably not) I will have to have it for my Doctoral dissertation. Therefore, my entire future hinges on variances, regression lines, and ANOVAs. And that my friend, is horribly devastating. If only my future could be built on my witty Repertoire or sarcastic quips, but alas I must subject myself to struggling though upper level math.
And now, I must go to sleep. Only so that I can once again get up and sit through 3 hours of stats starting at 8 in the morning. Hello Starbucks. Nothing like paying $4.50 for a cup of coffee to keep me awake for mathematical torture.
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