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I haven't posted in a year. I know. This blog thing is a bit strange like that. I have been having some more time lately and I am getting back into the writing mood so I'm going to try this again. To any of you who wonder where I've been, well I've moved back to Montana. I have my two year degree and am looking to finish my four year degree this fall. Montana State, where I will be accomplishing that, has been horrible about helping me along. I know the ultimate responsibility of this rests on my shoulders, but as someone who has been out of the school loop for a while the task is daunting. They wanted records of my last immunization, which frankly was more than fifteen years ago and I have no idea where the records are if they even still exist. I also had to speak with my "adviser" even though I had not been assigned one, nor was I told how to get one. Classes filled the day they were open to registration and when I tried to jump into classes anyway, with the hopes of getting added by a benevolent professor or two, there was no parking within miles of campus.

Other than trying to make my stand at the local institution of "higher learning" I am working at Radio Shack once again. It is my fall back job. I can always get employment there just on the basis of my experience alone. I am now rooming with three other guys in a house and I am sure that will provide plenty of blog fodder. Now that I have caught you all up I can get to some kind of post that people might read all the way through. If you've gotten this far on this post you get a PoC gold star.

Alright Already

So it's been awhile. Sue me. My life has been pretty full lately. I have been served the papers of my divorce, finally. There is a good chance things on that front will be done this year. School has been hectic. I've been trying to decide whether or not to attend graduation, but since the deadline was today, I guess I'm not going. I have been hitting the meat of my classes so things there have been steadily eating my time. In the next few weeks I have two presentations, three major papers, and a few tests, needless to say, I'm busy there as well. It seems, however, that both of my readers want some new stuff. Well never let it be said that I don't aim to please.

My mother has been reading one of those self help books for women that claims to reveal the secret of how men think. As far as I can tell it's not too far off. The problem with that whole thing is that a woman could never completely get it, nor could a man communicate it effectively to a woman.

The woman who writes the book says that women make their men feel inadequate. I can agree with that. I know a woman who complains that her husband never completes a project around the house. I asked her when the last time she thanked him for doing a project. She replied that she always thanks him for doing the project. The problem, as I see it, is that nobody ever hears her talk about how she likes what he does. Everybody hears her complain, over and over again ad infinitum, about how he never finishes. He doesn't quite get all of the baseboard done, or he didn't get the cover put back on the lamp, or he left the knob only partially attached.

While this may indeed be frustrating, perhaps he is frustrated with how she tells everybody how inadequate she finds his home repair to be. She doesn't see it like that, but my men-sense tingles with it. She is constantly bringing this man down in his own eyes and the eyes of his peers. It is quite possible that this guy would die of shock if he ever did something and she didn't find something to fault in it.

It is not that this woman is ungrateful, yet that is how it seems to us men. It is that she can't shut up about the one thing that bothers her. It is the equivalent of a man going through 40 years of life and never telling his wife that he loves her. The one things she wants from him and she doesn't ever get it.

The one thing that this man wants, I would bet, is to have his wife not complain about something he did. For her, just once, to talk about how great what he did was without talking about what he didn't do right. I hear this all the time. How many times have you heard someone say 'It's great, but...'. That is the problem. For someone you love there should be no 'buts'.

Well that's it. I hope you liked it. I will attempt to write more as time goes on, but do not expect me to fill with memes and lists and crap like that. I try hard not to do them. I really love all you readers, but...

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I haven't posted here for a while. It has been a combination of many different things. I really haven't had many interesting things happen in my life. I have also been spending a ton of time in the World of Darkness.

I have recently received some court paperwork for my divorce, which nobody cares about but me. I have started writing again. I have been working on a 'novel' for something like ten years. I don't know if I will ever finish it and I'm sure it won't be publishable.

School has been hitting harder as midterms loom on the horizon. My Comparative Religion class is becoming more and more of a joke, which is sad. I had such high hopes for that class. French is getting harder and harder, which I expected. My Introduction to Teaching class is rather dull. The one gem I have this semester is my Middle East History class. It may have a little to do with the fact that I am a history major, but this class is never boring.

I think that is about enough of my insanely dull life, for the moment. Hope my readers, both of you (hi mom!), have a great week.

Being Smacked Didn't Hurt At All

...well not much anyway.

Forgive me Miss Chatty for I have sinned,

I have blatantly disregarded the command of Sassy Sadie and did use orange in my template. I have committed the atrocity of moderating said comments and I do humbly ask absolution. I did ignore the law unto which we are bound by Bitter Bitch to refrain from poetry. I have disobeyed Princess Pottymouth and perpetrated eye-jarring colors upon my avatar. For these aggrieves sins I do so ask forgiveness, however undeserved it is.

In the name of Charred, Charles, and The Merciless Minx,
kthnxbai



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The Group Thing is Just Not My Cup of Tea

Group school work that is. It seems to be the latest fad in teaching or maybe it's just that I haven't been in school for a long time. I absolutely hate doing group projects and my teachers just absolutely love to assign them. I have no idea why. Maybe they just like to piss people off.

I've gotten them in almost every class in two years of college. It's not that I don't like working with others, well, maybe it is, but it goes beyond that. I don't have the time to go searching for when these people have days off. I don't want to deal with their lack of motivation for decent grades. I don't want them over at my place and I don't want to go to theirs.

I work and I go to school full time. I barely have time to sleep much less find the infinitesimally small window of time that the three of us have free together. This is ridiculous. This is college. My work should be my work alone and I don't want to be responsible for any one else's grade, much less have them responsible for mine.

Give it up teachers. Everyone hates group projects, except the people who don't do any work and then get the grade because their group pulls their weight. If you want to do a group thing find an orgy, don't bastardize my education.

It's Official: My Job Sucks

We had suspicions before, but now there is no doubt. To give you a little information needed for this story I have to tell something about myself. I sleep walk. I also talk in my sleep. I do lots of things in my sleep, but apparently nothing very useful. I would love to wake up in the morning with all my laundry done. Alas that never happens. I do, however, tend to reset my alarm or plain turn it off in my sleep.

That is exactly what I did on Saturday. I eventually woke up about 15 minutes before I had to be at work. This is not usually a very big deal. I rushed to get my morning ablutions done and hurried into work. I was expecting my coworker to be there already. Oops, my bad.

The guy that was supposed to be in at 9 A.M. as well hadn't made it in yet. I was 20 minutes late and now I knew we were both in deep. I opened up the store and got reamed by my boss on an open radio channel.

That is why I hate my job. Instead of calling me like he should have done, my boss radioed to my store on a channel that, not only is broadcast in my store, but also in two other stores. It was a public dressing down and I am adamantly against those.

What happened to my coworker? Nothing. He walked in about three minutes after I got there. His excuse? He got lost on his way to work. Yeah. Lost. He's been working here for over a month. That isn't even the kicker. He walks to work. But wait, there's more. I could throw a rock from the store and hit his house. He. Got. Lost. Either he is the dumbest person on the face of the Earth, or he is so bad at lying a four year old could call him out. I'm thinking a bit of both.

Walking into the Past

The past is a scary place, especially when it changes. This semester I am taking an Intro to Teaching class and I have to complete 15 hours of classroom observations. Today I had scheduled some time at the local elementary school. This school was built in my town after they demolished the one hundred year old school that I had gone to grade school in. This place is huge. I was intimidated right from my entry into the parking lot. I was going to spend three hours there this afternoon, but I got creeped out and was sort of lost so I rescheduled more time next week.

I was disappointed in my welcome. The principal was friendly and kind and the teacher was very nice, however, I was not given any kind of idea what I should do or were I should go. I was escorted up to a class and introduced to the teacher. I was then left alone after being told that the rest of the teachers would be notified of my visit and that I could 'wander' around to whatever classrooms I would like.

I felt like an intruder. The class I was in was nice although I don't remember classroom being that cluttered in my own days of school. The teacher made it pretty plain that once they finished the math section that I was being dismissed to another class. It was all so unstructured. There was a phone in the class and it rang twice interrupting the class for the teacher to conduct personal business. I thought that was unbelievable. I am in some kind of culture shock and I definitely don't want to go back. This place creeped me out. I don't know how teachers do it.

I really wish I would have been given better instructions than 'wander around and see what you can see'. Wouldn't a teacher like to know more than, perhaps some college student will wander into your class in the middle of your lecture and he might disrupt everything, or he might not. I don't think I will be going back to this school after I complete the five hours I need for this assignment.

God save all the teachers because I sure don't want to teach elementary school. Good on you if you do. You deserve a raise, a medal, and a lifetime supply of drugs courtesy of the government.