Tuesday, August 22, 2006

school days

well, classes back in Phoenix aren't nearly as cool as classes in England, but...I will survive.

this is definitely going to be the semester of keeping up. keeping up with work, with brian, oh, and with classes. yeah, seems most of my classes have pretty regular work...like daily work. blah.

also, my new sign lang teacher is great! she is very energetic and happy. however, she is a bad speller. I didnt know you could be deaf and a bad speller. so much is fingerspelled in the language. it will be interesting.

my history of food class is looking interesting as well, no real food eating until the end. but we will learn all about the change from hunter gatherer to agriculture. it is a class I think my dad would enjoy.

my management class is taking itself way too seriously for being for nonmajors, but overall I think it will be helpful.

my social psych class is with my old psych 101 prof, whom I really enjoy, and I think that will be a fascinating class.

eng 301 is internet, and just going to be a constant pain. my midterm is to write a 13 sentence essay using all the types of sentences in a specific order. for instance: declarative, then conjunctive, then parenthetical, then semicolon, then colon. and our choice for topics range from being on a secret spy mission to being on an elevator with a pregnant lady in labor. there is the chance for creativity for sure, but it is still ridiculously structured.

we had a freak rain storm yesterday evening, and it poured! but woe alas, grandma is in cottonwood, so I couldn't call her during the storm. what good will it be when she is permanently in a different weather pattern? it seems my parents are the only hold outs from the cottonwood magnetic field.

I only had one class today, but it is noon, and I am off to go work at both my jobs today for the next 11 hours! woot.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're back! Hurray! You're right. Your Dad would like the food class but he would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the assignment for your english class. Maybe you can issue a challenge to your creative Dad, Grandma, Aunt and any other relative who would like to try and see what happens. I will be one of the appreciative audience members. Or, turn the stories into a monster quilt. This is one of the reasons I love this family!