I'm asking only because I have this neat little certificate thinger that the Dean at ITT gave to me. I made the Honors List this last quarter because of my grades. Not many of us made that, FYI. Knowing I passed my classes and knowing I got a great GPA is one thing, having physical proof that my teachers noticed, that the DEAN noticed... I want to frame that cute certificate in a pretty frame, admire it for a moment and then mash my dad's face in it. Not litterally. Well... kinda... but more like figuratively. I'd like to see him at our families Christmas get together, whenever that is, and have that certificate handy so I can pull it out and say "Oh boy! Whatever could this be? Honors?! ME?!" and then look pointedly at my dad and wait for that millisecond when his face drops in shocked disbelief and hopefully get a picture of it. Who was it who told me I couldn't pull off 'Sariah grades'? Who was it who sat in front of a complete stranger and asked me why I was even bothering with college? Who was it who has never really expected me to make anything of myself? Oh yeah, that'd be dad. I don't want to completely break him with this one yet though. My goal is to continue to stay on the Honors list and hopefully, by the end of my schooling, when I graduate and get that pretty little certificate that says I WIN, all of those good grades will have completely broken every misconception he ever had of me. He won't know what to think of me then, then he'll be FORCED to actually look at me and see me for who and what I am. He wont be able to brush me aside and tell me I'll never go anywhere because I'll have made it further than him by then. Because with that last super sweet certificate I have so many more doors open for me than he ever hoped to see open for him. He can't ignor me then.
That makes it sound like I'm doing this to get even with him or something like that, but that's not it at all. That's just a super awesome bonus for me. No, this schooling, all of this hard work, every penny I'm putting into this? This is for me. This is for every opporotunity I never got to take when I was younger cause I didn't focus on me. This is for every dream I abandoned to take care of what needed to be taken care of. This is for me and no one else. I want this and I'm going to get it, one way or another. I don't need him to believe in me, I never have. Would it have been nice? Yeah. Would it have helped? Probably. Do I absolutely need it? No, and I never will. My mom is proud of me, and really truely and honestly, that's all I ever wanted or needed.
Perhaps before I frame that certificate I'll let it sit on the fridge for a bit so I can look at it every morning and smile. This whole being proud of me thing? I'm kinda liking it. Go me go!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Ew, Cooties!
Mkay, so, going into my field of study I kind of figured that I would be a major minority and I was prepared for that. I don't think my teachers were though. I've got one teacher whom I had last quarter, she seems to handle me being the only girl in my class just fine. My math class has a few other girls, so that seems to go over well. Today was my networking class though. I don't think I could have stuck out like more of a sore thumb. I heard the giggles and felt the stares as I walked into the class before it had officially started, I took my seat two rows back from the front of the room and settled in quietly, I signed myself in when the attendance sheet came around and listened politely while the other boys introduced themselves and told the class what quarter they were in, why they were there and what they hoped to accomplish. When it came my turn, however, I think my teachers eyes bugged out a bit. He was at least polite enough to let me finish what I had to say before begging forgiveness for whatever future infraction he may commit as a result of "being a guy and saying guy things". The fact that I work in a warehouse with a bunch of vulgar men already barely phased the man. In his lecture he kept coming up short when he'd say "you guys got it? Oh! and gals? Sorry Maranda". It was cute at first, made me giggle, but after a while I got annoyed with it. He just kept going back to that one little fact. The other guys in the class seemed to make an extra effort to interject as many women jokes as they could into the teachers lecture, or at least hint at something like it. I can't say I was sad to leave that class room. The teacher is super nice otherwise, but that little thing is going to really grind my nerves if it keeps up. It's bad enough that I have to sit through five hours of class after being up at three in the morning for work, just let me be and do your thing please.
Last quarters results are in, by the way. I passed my math class with a B+ which put me at a 3.83 GPA, but I can recover this quarter. That number does not displease me though. I'm actually quite proud of myself. That's the highest GPA I've earned since... fifth grade? Something like that. And I worked my butt off for it. If I were a bit more proud of it I might have even printed it off and put it up on the fridge. Go Maranda! Woo!
Outside of school all is well I suppose. Work is work, but I have to say this; I miss living in the sticks. Oh how I miss it! Why? Why would I miss living where neighbors are few and far between, where cats run wild with the dogs, leash laws aren't enforced because there's no sidewalks to muddy, where snow can get up to your butt before the sun peeks over the mountains? Because those are the things I miss the most, especially the neighbor thing. Wednesday night/Thursday morning I almost had to call the cops. That does not please me. Why? Because at 2:30 in the morning I woke up. I didn't know why I woke up at first, but it soon became apparent. The lovely people who live in the upstairs apartment of our duplex decided that 2:30a.m. would be a SPLENDID time to have a big fat raging fight in which she ended up outside my bedroom window screaming, crying and yelling, he was inside slamming doors, stomping around and yelling back. My dogs were barking, their dog was barking, the next door neighbors dogs were barking, the dog across the street was barking, as were the dogs behind our duplex and the dogs down the side street. I was not happy. Not in the least. The only thing that stopped me calling the cops was the knowledge that if I did they would have made me stay and give a statement and tell them everything, and I can't exactly afford to be missing work because some people have no shame and no sense of decency. What in the world would make someone think it's OK to do something like that at 2:30 in the morning in a residential neighborhood? What would make someone think that was an OK thing to do ever? What good does yelling accomplish? How can that possibly fix anything? And the stomping and slamming of doors? Completely and utterly uncalled for. I wanted to open my window and yell at her to shut up and go to bed, but I was too tired and too upset.
Some peoples kids....
Aaaany way, happy holidays to all! I shall post more later. Ta!
Last quarters results are in, by the way. I passed my math class with a B+ which put me at a 3.83 GPA, but I can recover this quarter. That number does not displease me though. I'm actually quite proud of myself. That's the highest GPA I've earned since... fifth grade? Something like that. And I worked my butt off for it. If I were a bit more proud of it I might have even printed it off and put it up on the fridge. Go Maranda! Woo!
Outside of school all is well I suppose. Work is work, but I have to say this; I miss living in the sticks. Oh how I miss it! Why? Why would I miss living where neighbors are few and far between, where cats run wild with the dogs, leash laws aren't enforced because there's no sidewalks to muddy, where snow can get up to your butt before the sun peeks over the mountains? Because those are the things I miss the most, especially the neighbor thing. Wednesday night/Thursday morning I almost had to call the cops. That does not please me. Why? Because at 2:30 in the morning I woke up. I didn't know why I woke up at first, but it soon became apparent. The lovely people who live in the upstairs apartment of our duplex decided that 2:30a.m. would be a SPLENDID time to have a big fat raging fight in which she ended up outside my bedroom window screaming, crying and yelling, he was inside slamming doors, stomping around and yelling back. My dogs were barking, their dog was barking, the next door neighbors dogs were barking, the dog across the street was barking, as were the dogs behind our duplex and the dogs down the side street. I was not happy. Not in the least. The only thing that stopped me calling the cops was the knowledge that if I did they would have made me stay and give a statement and tell them everything, and I can't exactly afford to be missing work because some people have no shame and no sense of decency. What in the world would make someone think it's OK to do something like that at 2:30 in the morning in a residential neighborhood? What would make someone think that was an OK thing to do ever? What good does yelling accomplish? How can that possibly fix anything? And the stomping and slamming of doors? Completely and utterly uncalled for. I wanted to open my window and yell at her to shut up and go to bed, but I was too tired and too upset.
Some peoples kids....
Aaaany way, happy holidays to all! I shall post more later. Ta!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Please Pass Go
Yargh!
All of this worry over math for nothing. That last test I had to make up, well... it didn't go so well, BUT! Fear not my people! I am pulling a strong 94% in that class still! And, to make it even better, our final is the biggest part of our grade. I have complete faith that my final project will go off without a hitch. Why? Because the super awesome computer nerdface genius (me!) has been overseeing it. The boys have helped gather the information, but they know their powers over Power Point are nothing compared to the awesome creativeness I wield within my mind and fingers. Rawr! My other classes are still going well too, all three of the finals for them are creeping up here fast. I'm not worried though, I've got this in the bag baby. My belt manager at work commented the other day that I seem much happier now that I'm back in school. Honestly, I would have to agree 100%. Having something to do with all this crap floating around in my noggen is super fun! Mom used to tell me that she didn't make stupid babies and I'd kinda roll my eyes at her and tell her my grades said different. I didn't apply myself though, not in all of my classes. The ones that came easier to me I did fine in, the others.... eh, I blew them off most of the time, didn't really see a point in them. All of the classes I take now I know I will be needing though and it's so much more fun for me to throw myself into them and push the limits I thought I had as far as my knowledge goes. It's exciting for me. I've always loved to learn, but I avoided the subjects I wasn't particularly good at. I can't avoid those any more though, and I think that's part of what makes it that much more fun for me. Having things come easy is nice, but when you really have to work at it and then you see how well you've finally mastered it.... it's a joy in it's own right, an achievement, something you can hold up and tell yourself every day "Look at this, you didn't think you could, but you did! Reach higher!" My only regret is that this realization came years after I left highschool. Oh well. I was more concerned about taking care of those around me then. I still worry about the people I love, but dang it! It's nice to worry about ME for a change, to be proud of ME, of who I am and who I'm becoming. I'm tooting my own horn here, I know, but again, this is something different for me, I'd just like to enjoy it for a moment.
Mkay, all better now. I have this devil cold that doesn't seem to want to go away. In an effort to thwart it's on-going rampage in my body I'm going to say farewell for now and curl up in a nice warm bed with my sweet hyper puppy. Yay for Abby!
All of this worry over math for nothing. That last test I had to make up, well... it didn't go so well, BUT! Fear not my people! I am pulling a strong 94% in that class still! And, to make it even better, our final is the biggest part of our grade. I have complete faith that my final project will go off without a hitch. Why? Because the super awesome computer nerdface genius (me!) has been overseeing it. The boys have helped gather the information, but they know their powers over Power Point are nothing compared to the awesome creativeness I wield within my mind and fingers. Rawr! My other classes are still going well too, all three of the finals for them are creeping up here fast. I'm not worried though, I've got this in the bag baby. My belt manager at work commented the other day that I seem much happier now that I'm back in school. Honestly, I would have to agree 100%. Having something to do with all this crap floating around in my noggen is super fun! Mom used to tell me that she didn't make stupid babies and I'd kinda roll my eyes at her and tell her my grades said different. I didn't apply myself though, not in all of my classes. The ones that came easier to me I did fine in, the others.... eh, I blew them off most of the time, didn't really see a point in them. All of the classes I take now I know I will be needing though and it's so much more fun for me to throw myself into them and push the limits I thought I had as far as my knowledge goes. It's exciting for me. I've always loved to learn, but I avoided the subjects I wasn't particularly good at. I can't avoid those any more though, and I think that's part of what makes it that much more fun for me. Having things come easy is nice, but when you really have to work at it and then you see how well you've finally mastered it.... it's a joy in it's own right, an achievement, something you can hold up and tell yourself every day "Look at this, you didn't think you could, but you did! Reach higher!" My only regret is that this realization came years after I left highschool. Oh well. I was more concerned about taking care of those around me then. I still worry about the people I love, but dang it! It's nice to worry about ME for a change, to be proud of ME, of who I am and who I'm becoming. I'm tooting my own horn here, I know, but again, this is something different for me, I'd just like to enjoy it for a moment.
Mkay, all better now. I have this devil cold that doesn't seem to want to go away. In an effort to thwart it's on-going rampage in my body I'm going to say farewell for now and curl up in a nice warm bed with my sweet hyper puppy. Yay for Abby!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Getting Cold
I think I need to put on some more weight, maybe that's all that saved me for so long there. Now it drops below 60 and I free my tooshie off! So not cool.
I know I should post more, I know I should call more, I know I should probably be doing a TON of stuff to keep my family in the loop that I'm not currently doing, and for that I appologize. I am trying though. This right here is an effort to better the lines of communication, as they stand, between myself and you lovelies who are out and about in the great wide world.
School has been going well, as you could guess from my last post. Math was a bit iffy there for a bit, we were getting into things I'd struggled with in highschool and was having trouble with again. It helps to have a super smart genius-like math nerd for a belt manager at work though. We sat down after work one day and went through my chapters together. I know I knew the material before, I had passed (barely) the same subjects in highschool, but I couldn't remember how. He was a bigger help than I think anyone could ever know. A fresh perspective and patience does WONDERS when trying to get something that comes easy to others through my thick stubborn head. We took a test on the material last week and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that everything goes well. And in all honesty, the kind of math I will be using primarily with my chosen career isn't nearly as difficult for me to understand as some of the other stuff like geometry *cries* I pitty the people who have to play with that all day. My other classes have never really been challenges for me, but they are the required gen-ed programs everyone is supposed to take upon entry to the college. This next semester should be much more interesting, for me any way. My new friends I made at school, Max and Clint, are both pretty bummed that I'm not going to have any classes with them any more. We will be at the school at the same time, have the same breaks and such, but because they're CAD students and I'm CEET, we have found our fork in the road. Max is still determined that we will all stay great friends no matter, which is super cool. He's a fun guy to be around and probably one of the reasons I really put an effort into my math class. He's a great motivator. We will have the same math class, but on different days this semester, so we've decided that study sessions before tests will be a MUST. I'll be taking a DC Current class though and I'm so excited! I've been taking computers apart for as long as I've cared to, even learned all the technical terms for the stuff I've been taking apart, but I've been careful about messing with the power for those thus far. This time around I get to manipulate it though. This is almost as dangerous and leaving me in a warehouse full of explosives with a ligher in my pocket. Sure, I'll be careful while I look around and see whats there, but heaven help us if you let me actually PLAY with any of it. This is the stuff that's going to get me into all of my projects I'll be doing for the next few years. All of the fun wires and electrical boards they gave me in my toolkit on my first day? I'll have more to do with them besides using them on my own stuff at home! I can't really begin to explain how excited I am. To be very honest, I was worried for a while there that because of the math involved in my chosen career I wouldn't maintain my drive to suceed. The exact opposite has been happening though! The math comes easier now that I have something I love to do to apply it to and teachers in and out of school who can explain the things that I don't understand, and the logical way computers work, inside and out, just kinda clicks for me. I never thought I'd be one of the lucky ones to find something like that, never in a million years. It's all so exciting for me! Lance has had to stop me more than once when I've been studying for tests in my computer classes and decided hands-on learning definately beat using the book all of the time and wanted to take my computer apart. They can only handle so much of that when they're used as often and for so much as I use my own. I have to hold myself back, most definately, but I see so much more potential in them now than I used to.
I feel like the biggest nerdface in the world right now. I completely just geeked out. What is this world coming to?
To work with my nerdface I suppose. Work... le blah.
I know I should post more, I know I should call more, I know I should probably be doing a TON of stuff to keep my family in the loop that I'm not currently doing, and for that I appologize. I am trying though. This right here is an effort to better the lines of communication, as they stand, between myself and you lovelies who are out and about in the great wide world.
School has been going well, as you could guess from my last post. Math was a bit iffy there for a bit, we were getting into things I'd struggled with in highschool and was having trouble with again. It helps to have a super smart genius-like math nerd for a belt manager at work though. We sat down after work one day and went through my chapters together. I know I knew the material before, I had passed (barely) the same subjects in highschool, but I couldn't remember how. He was a bigger help than I think anyone could ever know. A fresh perspective and patience does WONDERS when trying to get something that comes easy to others through my thick stubborn head. We took a test on the material last week and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that everything goes well. And in all honesty, the kind of math I will be using primarily with my chosen career isn't nearly as difficult for me to understand as some of the other stuff like geometry *cries* I pitty the people who have to play with that all day. My other classes have never really been challenges for me, but they are the required gen-ed programs everyone is supposed to take upon entry to the college. This next semester should be much more interesting, for me any way. My new friends I made at school, Max and Clint, are both pretty bummed that I'm not going to have any classes with them any more. We will be at the school at the same time, have the same breaks and such, but because they're CAD students and I'm CEET, we have found our fork in the road. Max is still determined that we will all stay great friends no matter, which is super cool. He's a fun guy to be around and probably one of the reasons I really put an effort into my math class. He's a great motivator. We will have the same math class, but on different days this semester, so we've decided that study sessions before tests will be a MUST. I'll be taking a DC Current class though and I'm so excited! I've been taking computers apart for as long as I've cared to, even learned all the technical terms for the stuff I've been taking apart, but I've been careful about messing with the power for those thus far. This time around I get to manipulate it though. This is almost as dangerous and leaving me in a warehouse full of explosives with a ligher in my pocket. Sure, I'll be careful while I look around and see whats there, but heaven help us if you let me actually PLAY with any of it. This is the stuff that's going to get me into all of my projects I'll be doing for the next few years. All of the fun wires and electrical boards they gave me in my toolkit on my first day? I'll have more to do with them besides using them on my own stuff at home! I can't really begin to explain how excited I am. To be very honest, I was worried for a while there that because of the math involved in my chosen career I wouldn't maintain my drive to suceed. The exact opposite has been happening though! The math comes easier now that I have something I love to do to apply it to and teachers in and out of school who can explain the things that I don't understand, and the logical way computers work, inside and out, just kinda clicks for me. I never thought I'd be one of the lucky ones to find something like that, never in a million years. It's all so exciting for me! Lance has had to stop me more than once when I've been studying for tests in my computer classes and decided hands-on learning definately beat using the book all of the time and wanted to take my computer apart. They can only handle so much of that when they're used as often and for so much as I use my own. I have to hold myself back, most definately, but I see so much more potential in them now than I used to.
I feel like the biggest nerdface in the world right now. I completely just geeked out. What is this world coming to?
To work with my nerdface I suppose. Work... le blah.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Four point WHAT?!?
That would be a big O there, yah... 4.0.... lets hear it now, who's da bomb diggity?
I suppose it doesn't really count yet since I'm still in my first quarter, but I'm still pretty dang proud of it. School this time around is SOOOOO much easier. Work is tiring, but I always have enough energy and time for my school and school work. It does help that I like most of the people in my classes too. I've made friends with a few of the guys there, they are a hoot. Not many girls to make friends with, unfortunately, and the few there are have such a busy schedual that talking for them is something you do on the go and on the phone. Not my kind of scene. The guys far out number us women, and the ones I've made friends with are pretty awesome. They help me out as much as the teachers do.
Work hasn't been all that bad with school either. I go late Monday nights, till ten, and early Saturday mornings so I have to take off early from work each Saturday. The first time I had to leave early my belt manager took over my trucks. I was told the following Tuesday by all four of my drivers that this was an unacceptable alternative, so I have been teaching others to take over. This las Saturday I had a girl who had only been with us for three days thus far and I was hesitant to leave her there alone. My belt manager assured me he'd be there to help her out. This morning I was told to leave her on my trucks and to go load my old trucks since the guy who should have been on them couldn't make it in, so I did. As soon as the drivers got to the terminal I had all four of mine down around my old trucks telling me that I needed to throw a fit and demand to be back on their trucks. They were disgruntled with the load they came in to yesterday (Monday) and weren't blaming it on the new girl, but they certainly were not going to train the new girl through peak and if I wasn't going to say something they were going to throw fits with whomever they could corner long enough to do so.
I am loved!
Hahaha! It was nice to hear that they wanted me back so badly. I may be on the bottom of the totem pole, but you know what the bottom does, right? We are the support, the foundation, the life blood of the rest of the totem. With out us the whole thing would fall apart. I am very much valued, if not by management at least by the drivers. We make or break their days, and they in turn can make or break a managers career. I hold waaaay more power than anyone gives me credit for, and I know how to use it if I need to. Muahahahahahaha...
That's all for now, my general update for everyone out there wondering how things are going. One of these days I'll actually figure out the whole picture thing here and upload all of the pictures of Abby and Lance. Abby has gotten so big! Our upstairs neighbors puppy will dwarf her soon though, hahaha! Poor girl doesn't stand a chance against him. Any way, I need to take a nap before my head explodes. Enjoy!
I suppose it doesn't really count yet since I'm still in my first quarter, but I'm still pretty dang proud of it. School this time around is SOOOOO much easier. Work is tiring, but I always have enough energy and time for my school and school work. It does help that I like most of the people in my classes too. I've made friends with a few of the guys there, they are a hoot. Not many girls to make friends with, unfortunately, and the few there are have such a busy schedual that talking for them is something you do on the go and on the phone. Not my kind of scene. The guys far out number us women, and the ones I've made friends with are pretty awesome. They help me out as much as the teachers do.
Work hasn't been all that bad with school either. I go late Monday nights, till ten, and early Saturday mornings so I have to take off early from work each Saturday. The first time I had to leave early my belt manager took over my trucks. I was told the following Tuesday by all four of my drivers that this was an unacceptable alternative, so I have been teaching others to take over. This las Saturday I had a girl who had only been with us for three days thus far and I was hesitant to leave her there alone. My belt manager assured me he'd be there to help her out. This morning I was told to leave her on my trucks and to go load my old trucks since the guy who should have been on them couldn't make it in, so I did. As soon as the drivers got to the terminal I had all four of mine down around my old trucks telling me that I needed to throw a fit and demand to be back on their trucks. They were disgruntled with the load they came in to yesterday (Monday) and weren't blaming it on the new girl, but they certainly were not going to train the new girl through peak and if I wasn't going to say something they were going to throw fits with whomever they could corner long enough to do so.
I am loved!
Hahaha! It was nice to hear that they wanted me back so badly. I may be on the bottom of the totem pole, but you know what the bottom does, right? We are the support, the foundation, the life blood of the rest of the totem. With out us the whole thing would fall apart. I am very much valued, if not by management at least by the drivers. We make or break their days, and they in turn can make or break a managers career. I hold waaaay more power than anyone gives me credit for, and I know how to use it if I need to. Muahahahahahaha...
That's all for now, my general update for everyone out there wondering how things are going. One of these days I'll actually figure out the whole picture thing here and upload all of the pictures of Abby and Lance. Abby has gotten so big! Our upstairs neighbors puppy will dwarf her soon though, hahaha! Poor girl doesn't stand a chance against him. Any way, I need to take a nap before my head explodes. Enjoy!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
College Bound
Well, not so much college bound as already IN college. I had my first class on Monday evening. See guys, I'm doing better with this updating thing! Only a couple days out from then. Any way. As disappointing as it may be to those of you who were really hoping for that restaurant and discounted food, I'm afraid I've decided to leave my cooking and writing where they are, as wonderful pass times to put me in my happy place. Instead I have given in to the part of me that I've tried for so long to deny and suppress. I'm in a computer tech program at ITT. My schedule is rather simple for this quarter and I must confess, it's so nice to be back in a class room with an idea of what I want to make myself into. This whole going back to school business is exciting for me. For the most part any way.
I know my family is excited for me, at least the majority of them. There's one defector though, one who seems bent on ruining the whole experience for me, and it's nothing new either. Dear ol dad is baffled at why on earth I would want to go back to school for. Talking to my oldest sister I think she had the right of it when she said he's never expected anything of me. I'm not sure what would hurt more though, having him expect too much of me and falling short, or my present situation where he never really expected me to do anything with my life. I was just.... one of the seven. He actually had the audacity to sit in the Financial Aid Administrators office and ask me why I was bothering with this. The FA guy was kind enough to pretend like he hadn't heard, but it was hard to ignore his next few comments about how easy college was for him and how I should just go to the community college for something more simple and then began to boast about Annabelly's full ride scholarship to BYU-I. I will never begrudge my baby sister anything, I am more than proud of her for being able to still pull out stellar academic achievements amidst a sea of family drama, but it stung a bit that my own dad thought it appropriate to point that out while I was in the process of getting my own life on track. It's times like those that I wish I had found a guy to get married to already, to rid myself of any kind of obligation to that man.
I refuse to let him dampen my spirit, however. My instructors are very kind, the head of my program is very excited to have me there and I have many others around me who are happy to see me moving forward and have already offered helping hands. Who needs him, right? Not I, said the happy box thrower from the corner.
I bid you all adieu and will try to continue with the updates.
I know my family is excited for me, at least the majority of them. There's one defector though, one who seems bent on ruining the whole experience for me, and it's nothing new either. Dear ol dad is baffled at why on earth I would want to go back to school for. Talking to my oldest sister I think she had the right of it when she said he's never expected anything of me. I'm not sure what would hurt more though, having him expect too much of me and falling short, or my present situation where he never really expected me to do anything with my life. I was just.... one of the seven. He actually had the audacity to sit in the Financial Aid Administrators office and ask me why I was bothering with this. The FA guy was kind enough to pretend like he hadn't heard, but it was hard to ignore his next few comments about how easy college was for him and how I should just go to the community college for something more simple and then began to boast about Annabelly's full ride scholarship to BYU-I. I will never begrudge my baby sister anything, I am more than proud of her for being able to still pull out stellar academic achievements amidst a sea of family drama, but it stung a bit that my own dad thought it appropriate to point that out while I was in the process of getting my own life on track. It's times like those that I wish I had found a guy to get married to already, to rid myself of any kind of obligation to that man.
I refuse to let him dampen my spirit, however. My instructors are very kind, the head of my program is very excited to have me there and I have many others around me who are happy to see me moving forward and have already offered helping hands. Who needs him, right? Not I, said the happy box thrower from the corner.
I bid you all adieu and will try to continue with the updates.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Buffalo Wings?
Don't ask about the title. Had to put something, so... ta da!
Just a general update, to keep the readers (however few of you there are) happy. Not much is really going on in my neck of the woods right now. Having Sariah up from BYU-I is super cool though, I don't think she realizes just how much I love and have missed her. Both of my little sisters. It's so wierd, even at 21, to not wake up and have them in the same house with me or have them be there when I get home to talk to. It's incredibly lonely actually. How the heck do those only children do this? Yikes, I can only imagine. Aside from having one of my two favoritest sisters in the whole entire world up here for a week or two more, the only good news is that we recieved a pay raise at my job. Woo! What does that mean for me? Pretty much jack since it's strictly a part time job still. There are those in the business who have been trying to get me to apply for better postitions in the company, but I've thought about that a lot and decided that FedEx is not something I want to do for life. I've been looking into going back to school, either for some kind of english major or culinary arts. I haven't decided yet. I know I'm made for more than throwing boxes though.
That's about as exciting as my life has been lately. Yay. I'll keep y'all updated. Later g-money.
Just a general update, to keep the readers (however few of you there are) happy. Not much is really going on in my neck of the woods right now. Having Sariah up from BYU-I is super cool though, I don't think she realizes just how much I love and have missed her. Both of my little sisters. It's so wierd, even at 21, to not wake up and have them in the same house with me or have them be there when I get home to talk to. It's incredibly lonely actually. How the heck do those only children do this? Yikes, I can only imagine. Aside from having one of my two favoritest sisters in the whole entire world up here for a week or two more, the only good news is that we recieved a pay raise at my job. Woo! What does that mean for me? Pretty much jack since it's strictly a part time job still. There are those in the business who have been trying to get me to apply for better postitions in the company, but I've thought about that a lot and decided that FedEx is not something I want to do for life. I've been looking into going back to school, either for some kind of english major or culinary arts. I haven't decided yet. I know I'm made for more than throwing boxes though.
That's about as exciting as my life has been lately. Yay. I'll keep y'all updated. Later g-money.
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