Here it is.
The week all students dread:
FINALS WEEK.
It's that week in the semester when BOOM everyone shows up again and you're just sitting in class like "I thought everyone had dropped this class".
It's that time when everyone - students and professors alike - are just so tired that everything is funny. Not seems funny. Is funny.
For example, one of my classmates was tossing an object into the air and catching it during one of our classes. Wasn't bothering anyone. Suddenly our professor turns around and does a double take.
"Is that a hard boiled egg?"
My friend and I started laughing hysterically as our classmate just stared at him.
"No. . . "
"What is that?"
"It's lip balm. . ."
"Oh okay."
"Do you have something against hard hard boiled eggs?"
"I really do not like hard boiled eggs."
"Okay. . ."
Our class was not the same that day.
And here is a haiku about finals:
I can't remember
I learned this four months ago
No no no no no
This is not an overreaction.
Trust me, it is not.
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Saturday, December 7
The Finals are Coming
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Friday, November 22
Getting on my soapbox. . .
I'll be honest: I generally try to stay away from politics on the internet, and here's why.
1) Things get easily misconstrued.
2) The internet is great for many things, but a political debate - where body language, tone, and physical gestures are very important - is not one of those things.
3) People don't forget, but even if they do, your name is there along with your thoughts forever. Facebook comments are never really deleted.
That being said, I'm going to stand up on my little soapbox and put my name next to my thoughts and opinions.
Okay, now that being said, I am not here to make anyone mad.
I am not here to make enemies.
I am not here to step on anyone's digital digits.
I am here to try to persuade you to come around to my way of thinking, which - to be fair - is what every one does.
That's how people respectfully agree to disagree.
Now.
I am going to give my opinion of what's going on in the government of the United States right now, which you and I have every right to do: we're paying for it.
To do this, I will be heavily referencing the Phantom of the Opera, so buckle up and grab your capes -- we're going for a ride.
This may read a bit like a literary interpretation essay, but I promise you it's not.
I'd never get a grade on this.
Now, let's start at the very beginning.
For those who may not be Phans, I shall give you the bare, bare bones of what's actually a somewhat convoluted plot.
The Phantom has long since seduced Christine Daae into thinking that he is heaven-sent. She performs for him, she adores him, and she'd do anything for him. The pinnacle of their success is when she's at the top of her game. He takes her to his home (not for the first time, curse you Webber -- mea culpa, but your score was fantastic, every pun intended) and she begins to see what he truly is: not the angel he claimed he was, for starters.
Her childhood love, Raoul, shows up as a foil (contrast) to the Phantom. He truly loves Christine, and is more than a little worried about her obsession with some 'angel', even though she swears he's really what he says he is.
The Phantom does not get his casting choices approved for the next opera. He decides to show his acute displeasure by dropping the giant, 7-ton chandelier on the audience, killing some random woman. A freak accident.
Christine begins to really see who he is, though part of her still loves him. Raoul takes steps against him, and plans a way to show everyone what he really is. Long story short, it works. He's exposed, and slinks away, and the opera house is freed of his terror.
There are stories he fled to New York, but that's another subject entirely.
Where am I going with this?
Here.
I'm gonna name names, so if this offends you, I'm sorry, but this is my honest, thought-through opinion.
Obama has ideologically seduced mainstream media to follow him blindly, just as the Phantom seduced Christine. The mainstream media - like Madame Giry - sheilds him, makes excuses for him, and gives out his instructions. The first chandelier crash? I'd say that was Benghazi, the first 'mistake' with consequences of lives lost. That's when people kinda started to wake up, but it wasn't enough. I think this whole healthcare thing is hitting close enough to home that people are beginning to really figure out what is really going on.
The make believe is at an end.
The real question is, though, what's next?
1) Things get easily misconstrued.
2) The internet is great for many things, but a political debate - where body language, tone, and physical gestures are very important - is not one of those things.
3) People don't forget, but even if they do, your name is there along with your thoughts forever. Facebook comments are never really deleted.
That being said, I'm going to stand up on my little soapbox and put my name next to my thoughts and opinions.
Okay, now that being said, I am not here to make anyone mad.
I am not here to make enemies.
I am not here to step on anyone's digital digits.
I am here to try to persuade you to come around to my way of thinking, which - to be fair - is what every one does.
That's how people respectfully agree to disagree.
Now.
I am going to give my opinion of what's going on in the government of the United States right now, which you and I have every right to do: we're paying for it.
To do this, I will be heavily referencing the Phantom of the Opera, so buckle up and grab your capes -- we're going for a ride.
This may read a bit like a literary interpretation essay, but I promise you it's not.
I'd never get a grade on this.
Now, let's start at the very beginning.
For those who may not be Phans, I shall give you the bare, bare bones of what's actually a somewhat convoluted plot.
The Phantom has long since seduced Christine Daae into thinking that he is heaven-sent. She performs for him, she adores him, and she'd do anything for him. The pinnacle of their success is when she's at the top of her game. He takes her to his home (not for the first time, curse you Webber -- mea culpa, but your score was fantastic, every pun intended) and she begins to see what he truly is: not the angel he claimed he was, for starters.
Her childhood love, Raoul, shows up as a foil (contrast) to the Phantom. He truly loves Christine, and is more than a little worried about her obsession with some 'angel', even though she swears he's really what he says he is.
The Phantom does not get his casting choices approved for the next opera. He decides to show his acute displeasure by dropping the giant, 7-ton chandelier on the audience, killing some random woman. A freak accident.
Christine begins to really see who he is, though part of her still loves him. Raoul takes steps against him, and plans a way to show everyone what he really is. Long story short, it works. He's exposed, and slinks away, and the opera house is freed of his terror.
There are stories he fled to New York, but that's another subject entirely.
Where am I going with this?
Here.
I'm gonna name names, so if this offends you, I'm sorry, but this is my honest, thought-through opinion.
Obama has ideologically seduced mainstream media to follow him blindly, just as the Phantom seduced Christine. The mainstream media - like Madame Giry - sheilds him, makes excuses for him, and gives out his instructions. The first chandelier crash? I'd say that was Benghazi, the first 'mistake' with consequences of lives lost. That's when people kinda started to wake up, but it wasn't enough. I think this whole healthcare thing is hitting close enough to home that people are beginning to really figure out what is really going on.
The make believe is at an end.
The real question is, though, what's next?
Wednesday, October 30
Saturday, March 2
Sleepy Saturday Link Up!
I love Saturdays.
Like, really.
I really love Saturdays.
Way more than I used to.
It's the one day I can sleep in, though I find myself jolting awake at 8ish and thinking "OMIGOSH I NEED TO GET TO CLASS NOW!"
It's a rude awakening, but the realization that I don't have to get out of bed is a beautiful thing and almost makes up for it.
Almost.
So this Saturday, I'm doing boring stuffs, namely schoolwork.
I've got a paper to start.
A book to read in its entirety.
Research a presentation.
Look into internships.
Apply for a job.
And . . . I'm sure there's something I'm forgetting, but oh well.
What are y'all up to this loverly Saturday?
Wednesday, January 16
Words We Should Spell Differently: English Place Names
As most of us here speak English, this could be a very long list, but it'll be short today.
And since I actually took a "Development of the English Language" course last year, I'm sort of an authority on this.
Sort of.
And it goes without saying that this is by no means scholarly.
So don't be citing this in your English papers at 3 AM, mmk?
English is really weird.
I'm an English major; I know this for a fact.
I'm not going to go into why things are spelled so strangely, but part of it has to do with the Great Vowel Shift.
Please. Don't. Ask.
Anyhoo, I got to thinking today about Worcester, Massachusetts Sir Leicester Dedlock, and Richard of Gloucester.
Now you know how you pronounce those?
Wooster, Layster, and Gloster, respectively.
Ummm . . .
People (usually) hate it when others are redundant.
Isn't extra letters kind of redundant if they make the same sound?
Only you can stop redundancy.
Let the letters raise their voices, and speak for themselves.
Tuesday, December 18
Finals Week - Day 2 through le Fin . . .
So, I suppose that since I didn't post daily updates it can be safely assumed that I studied my butt off and did fantastically, right . . . ?
Oh . . . not?
Oh. Okay.
But I did study hard . . . and I did pretty well.
Monday, December 10
Finals Week - Day 1
Oh my word.
Finals are here already . . . ?
This isn't technically Day 1 as my finals are all on Tuesday and Thursday, but hey, I'm working on papers and studying today.
And tomorrow.
And right before they tell us to clear our desks . . .
Oh dear . . .
Monday, December 3
Always So Much Else
Oi . . .
There's always so much else to do when you have two papers due tomorrow . . .
Things like house work, work, reading for other classes . . .
And here I am blogging, because, hey - that needs to be done, too.
So here are some appropriate gifs:
And finally . . .
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