Junior Year Kerfuffle

Patience is a virtue. I can say this, despite the fact that Aristotle has not defined virtue up to this point in his "Ethics." However, it is a virtue I do not have, but God seems to be quite determined I should acquire this year.

First cause of distress: Personality friction in section. A certain individual just irks me. Sometimes this someone actually has good things to say, but no matter what it is, the way she says it just makes me annoyed. It's a bad thing that I very much need to work on.

Second cause of distress: I had the perfect seminar section... until a week ago. Due to the severe illness of one of the tutors, classes got rearranged and my dream section got blown-up and dispersed among four other mediocre sections. I thought I was done with my seminar curse. A thing of the past. But no. Not at all. Here's to year three of seminar frustration.

Third cause of distress: I threw out my back really bad. Not helpful. Ouch.

But there are always miracles worked by time. All three have the potential to be resolved. Here's hoping! :)

Thank you and Goodnight

This summer has been quite nice. The first half was rough, I'll grant that. I whined and complained, but it did eventually end. The rest was filled with my wonderful family and fantastic friends. I am going to miss every single one of them every single day. Thanks for being there for me... I'll be back soon. I promise :)

TAC-land, here I come. You ready for me?

Blunt Observations

In the second Anne of Green Gables movie (possibly called "The Sequel"), Anne tells Mrs. Harris, mocking her rolled "r"s, "You can cr-r-riticize everyone we pass by." Mrs. Harris reprimands her for the uncharitable idea (even though Mrs. Harris is so very fond of criticizing). I would have fallen victim to Mrs. Harris' reprimands while walking up and down the shore today.

Beaches are full of unseemly sights. Not the glorious wonder of nature, but the people. Creations with more dignity inherent in their beings are exposed to more censure than the inanimate water, sand, and sun. People, would you please look at yourself in a mirror before you leave the house? Leaving aside the obvious problem of indecent exposure, which runs rampant among the young ladies, my problem was more with the bad choices for personal body types. Ten year old girls should not be wearing suits cut for more mature figures. Even more mature figures should not wear suits that were cut with young teenagers in mind. Men should not wear incredibly tight, short shorts, especially ones that sit well below their waistline. Nor should they scrunch their swim trunks up their legs to expose more to the sun. (To be fair to American men, it seems that it is mostly the European tourists who engage in the last faux pax)

These observations have nothing to do with the characters of the individuals, but merely their style choices. Consult an honest friend before going into public, please. I implore you.

Novel Logic

In response to a good friend bemoaning the absence of her siblings, I gloated that her loss was my win. She is going to miss her siblings and I get to enjoy their company. :) A young man weighed in on the discussion. He is in the same predicament as the young lady: his brother will also be attending school with me. He complained that I should bring my "winningness" elsewhere, but when I did, he still wasn't satisfied. Here's the actual text of the exchange, provided for your amusement.

Me: I WIN!!! (happy now?)
Alex: No.
Me: I tried. You are simply ungrateful ;)
Alex: No, you're ungrateful because you don't appreciate having my brother within a 5 mile radius of you
Me: Wait, what? That's why I win! If I didn't appreciate it, how could I win?
Alex: That's the point. You don't win
Me: I am so confused... I lose because I'm happy to see your brother?
Alex: No, I would be more happy to see him so therefore your comment about how I'm ungrateful is foolish and untrue therefore making you an ignoramous
Me: Ohhh, I see. I won't pretend to outdo brother love. This way we both lose

Interesting logic there. I lose by inferior affection, I guess :)

In response to this exchange, I posted a new status

Me: I lose. The End.
Alex: The END

and his status

Alex: All I do is win
Me: yes, sir =D
Alex: I think she's finally getting the concept

Ohhh, that boy. So much like his older brother...

3 more days

Do some laundry.

Pack some stuff.

Afternoon swim.

Episode of "Psyche."

PT appointment.

Random necessities.

Final goodbyes.

Junior year at TAC.

Wow.

LADIES ONLY!!!

I am absolutely serious. This story will shock and appall any male readers. So stop reading right now, if you value your peace of mind.

I was in physical therapy today and one of the other patients was stretching. The aide asked her to scoot down on the table a little bit. Then the aide starts talking:

"This reminds me of gyno (her slang for gynecology) appointments. You know when you have your feet in the stirrups and the guy asks you to slide closer. I always think it would be funny to beep, y'know, like a truck when it's backing up. It would break the ice. Because, as you know, it's rather personal and awkward. It would make everyone laugh."

My therapist disagreed: "If my doctor started beeping at me, I'd get up and leave."

I was just giggling at the whole thing. I could see the humor in it... but depending on my comfort level with the doctor, it could be rather strange. :)

Beep, beep, beep

G034

Sitting on a hard, plastic chair, I stared at the floor. Thoughts whirled through my head: Why am I here? Why did I do this to myself? Why are these people so slow?

"Now serving G zero two zero," droned a grating automated voice.

I shook my head in frustration. Fourteen more people before me. I had been in this spot twice before and, through a series of choices, had ended up here again. At the DMV. Waiting to take a permit test.

When I got my first permit, I was mentally and emotionally not ready to drive. I was scared silly and not motivated to learn. The second permit went better, but before I had a chance to take my license test, I had surgery on my right ankle. I also was away at school, where I have neither the means nor really the opportunity to drive.

Two hours after walking into the DMV, I had passed my test. Mum and I headed home, this time with me behind the wheel. Third time's the charm! :)