Marc
I have this great idea. In a few years I'm going to get a dog -- maybe a pug, maybe a little Boston terrier. I'm going to love it, and take care of it, and raise it right. I'll name it Jesus, and we'll join the Catholic church, and we'll go to services every Sunday morning, and every Wednesday night, and I'll teach my little dog to stand, sit, and kneel (though that one might be a bit hard) just like everyone else. And Jesus will get baptised, and he will die at an old age, but before he dies, he will become the little doggy saviour of the world, and kids will finally learn that, yes, there is a Doggy Heaven. My dog, Jesus, is going there, for sure.
Yeah? No? Well, whatev. It was just an idea.
Today was a lesson in escaping fake problems, like having to go to education seminars about children with disabilities. Now, this wasn't a problem so much as it was a repeat of what we talked about in my three o'clock class, so I'm sure you can see my frustration. Did I really want to spend three hours in one day, sitting, listening to people say the same things over and over and over again? I'm sure you'll jump to the right conclusion ***1***. I went. I signed in. I took a seat in the balcony, far above the actual proceedings. I read for another class. I shuffled my feet, and forty five minutes later I left. Did I get the extra credit? You bet. All I had to do was sign my name on a sheet of paper to do that. They don't even check to see if you actually went to the seminar, so I really only half cheated on this one. I feel good about myself, actually.
Besides that, it was trying to figure ways out of homework, which was pretty much impossible. So I did that, and I think I hit a nerve on my social foundations of education paper. Truly. I was preaching from the stump on that one. For real, yo. So, after that I just kind of got bored, and kind of went through my mp3's, and kind of deleted like 250+ songs that I don't listen to, but I have for some reason. Then, I took it a step further, and organized the remaining songs into albums, and tried to make it all look nice and neat, which it kind of does now, and I kind of feel like I accomplished something tonight. So, I guess that means I get a solid pat on the back. Way to go me. I could also tell you that, after deleting those files, it made me really want to download some more, so I kind of did that, too, and I've still got maybe thirty more songs to go, because I was trying to round out those songs that were missing from albums that I mostly have, and it turned into this whole big thing, which I didn't mean to happen, but you know ... whatev.
In the mp3 player: Woodwater by the Promise Ring. This album is good. Like real good. I can't believe how good it is. I wish it were actually less good.
In the background: Noises by AOL Instant Messenger, disseminating from Matt's room.
***1*** It's a jump to conclusions mat!
I have this great idea. In a few years I'm going to get a dog -- maybe a pug, maybe a little Boston terrier. I'm going to love it, and take care of it, and raise it right. I'll name it Jesus, and we'll join the Catholic church, and we'll go to services every Sunday morning, and every Wednesday night, and I'll teach my little dog to stand, sit, and kneel (though that one might be a bit hard) just like everyone else. And Jesus will get baptised, and he will die at an old age, but before he dies, he will become the little doggy saviour of the world, and kids will finally learn that, yes, there is a Doggy Heaven. My dog, Jesus, is going there, for sure.
Yeah? No? Well, whatev. It was just an idea.
Today was a lesson in escaping fake problems, like having to go to education seminars about children with disabilities. Now, this wasn't a problem so much as it was a repeat of what we talked about in my three o'clock class, so I'm sure you can see my frustration. Did I really want to spend three hours in one day, sitting, listening to people say the same things over and over and over again? I'm sure you'll jump to the right conclusion ***1***. I went. I signed in. I took a seat in the balcony, far above the actual proceedings. I read for another class. I shuffled my feet, and forty five minutes later I left. Did I get the extra credit? You bet. All I had to do was sign my name on a sheet of paper to do that. They don't even check to see if you actually went to the seminar, so I really only half cheated on this one. I feel good about myself, actually.
Besides that, it was trying to figure ways out of homework, which was pretty much impossible. So I did that, and I think I hit a nerve on my social foundations of education paper. Truly. I was preaching from the stump on that one. For real, yo. So, after that I just kind of got bored, and kind of went through my mp3's, and kind of deleted like 250+ songs that I don't listen to, but I have for some reason. Then, I took it a step further, and organized the remaining songs into albums, and tried to make it all look nice and neat, which it kind of does now, and I kind of feel like I accomplished something tonight. So, I guess that means I get a solid pat on the back. Way to go me. I could also tell you that, after deleting those files, it made me really want to download some more, so I kind of did that, too, and I've still got maybe thirty more songs to go, because I was trying to round out those songs that were missing from albums that I mostly have, and it turned into this whole big thing, which I didn't mean to happen, but you know ... whatev.
In the mp3 player: Woodwater by the Promise Ring. This album is good. Like real good. I can't believe how good it is. I wish it were actually less good.
In the background: Noises by AOL Instant Messenger, disseminating from Matt's room.
***1*** It's a jump to conclusions mat!
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