One of the geese that kept Jeremiah and me distracted for a good two minutes over how cool it was.
The sign that caused the "you need to work on your accent" comment
Me in front of the Thames and Tower Bridge
Me in front of the Tower of London
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Extra time, so pictures
One of the geese that kept Jeremiah and me distracted for a good two minutes over how cool it was.
ENGLAND!!!
Wow! I’m in England!
I’ve written pages and pages in my journal and haven’t even had a chance to update it today. A few brief highlights, not mentioned or expanded in the CofO Ag Dept blog (http://www.cofoagdept.blogspot.com)
The plane ride was awesome. I was so stiff and so sore though. I got to see Washington and New York at night, and it was just acres and acres of lights. It was really neat.
These two ladies across the aisle from me took some pictures for me, since I didn’t have a window seat, but I can’t post them tonight because British hotels (or at least this one) have not grasped the concept of “free wireless Internet” and it’s a stinkin’ six pounds (over $12) an hour. Um, hello, that sucks. But oh well, I guess I’ll have to bear it. Two updates on Tuesday maybe, we’re not paying for this again.
It’s SO weird to think that at home, it’s 2:30. The family has cleaned up from the Easter egg hunt at church and is back home, or about to be. While here, halfway across the world, it’s 7:30, and we’re going for an early bedtime. My family hasn’t even figured out what’s for dinner yet!
I dozed a bit on the plane, but not much, as it was extremely uncomfortable. I don’t like planes, they make my head ache like it’s about to explode. When we landed this morning though, I wasn’t paying attention until I glanced out the window and saw ground. “Oh! There’s ground!” I said, completely startled. The ladies across the aisle were laughing at me about it. I didn’t mind, because I probably did seem a bit ditzy.
I mentioned my story about getting yelled at by the British lady for taking a picture in the other blog, so I won’t repeat that here.
England is interesting. I saw a bunch of horses out in the field and they were all blanketed. There are no wire fences. Seeing the Royal Agricultural College horse farm should be fun.
I don’t know how I’ve made it off of two hours of sleep in about twenty-nine. I guess it’s the pure thrill.
We saw the Tower Bridge, and the Tower of London. Jeremiah and I wound up separated from the group and wandered around by ourselves most of the time (Mom, quit it). We got distracted by some cool looking geese – they were brown! We took pictures. I’ll post them later. It was really funny, we were looking for the exit, and I saw a sign for Bloody Tower. I read it aloud, just in a normal tone, and Jeremiah, who hadn't seen the sign, said "Kate, you *really* need to work on your accent." (we had been talking about having a "best British accent" contest earlier)
London drivers are insane. There are plenty of stop lights, but NO STOP SIGNS. People are just EXPECTED to stop. It’s weird. And there are squiggly lines all over the road. I don’t know how people learn to drive, it’s completely incomprehensible to me. And the yellow light comes back on before the green light.
Beer is the same price as soda. That’s also weird.
We’re going to be buying raw ingredients to make sandwiches and stuff because food is so stinkin’ expensive here.
We then went to St. Paul’s Cathedral. I mentioned that in the other blog.
Anyway, I have a line waiting for me to get on the Internet (I’m typing this up beforehand) and I want to get a shower and get in bed, so that’s it for now.
(P.S.
Mom, send this to Aunt Ruth please!)
(Dad, I got some good pictures of me, including one in front of the Tower of London and one in front of London Bridge. I'm going to try to get the one Emily requested at Big Ben tomorrow.)Friday, March 21, 2008
...I have no words...
Guh.
In twenty-four hours, I will be somewhere about the Atlantic Ocean.
My suitcase is packed. My backpack is packed. I've been working to get the ag department's laptop in shape (I have NEVER seen a computer so badly in need of defragmenting. It's quite possible nobody's done it in the seven years they've owned it).
My clothes for tomorrow are laid out. The old CD case that's being turned into my daypack is packed (almost forgot my American money, but I remembered eventually). I'm ready to go to England.
It doesn't feel real. England is this mythical place you see on TV and in the movies. It's this spot on the map halfway around the world that you know you've got ancestors from but you've never paid any attention to.
It's just really weird. The first twenty years of my life have been limited to one country, and I've seen, maybe a third of it. And while I do know my geography (hello, won the geography bee!) knowing something in theory and knowing something in practice is different.
THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!!!!!
I was really scared earlier tonight though. I was feeling kind of nauseous. I still have a headache. But I told Donn the other night that I would have to be on the point of death not to go, and while I think he thinks I was exaggerating...I really wasn't. I just was scared I'd have the stomach flu while having to deal with airports and flights and stuff.
But, aside from the slight headache, all better now. Let's hope it stays that way.
In twenty-four hours, I will be somewhere about the Atlantic Ocean.
My suitcase is packed. My backpack is packed. I've been working to get the ag department's laptop in shape (I have NEVER seen a computer so badly in need of defragmenting. It's quite possible nobody's done it in the seven years they've owned it).
My clothes for tomorrow are laid out. The old CD case that's being turned into my daypack is packed (almost forgot my American money, but I remembered eventually). I'm ready to go to England.
It doesn't feel real. England is this mythical place you see on TV and in the movies. It's this spot on the map halfway around the world that you know you've got ancestors from but you've never paid any attention to.
It's just really weird. The first twenty years of my life have been limited to one country, and I've seen, maybe a third of it. And while I do know my geography (hello, won the geography bee!) knowing something in theory and knowing something in practice is different.
THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!!!!!
I was really scared earlier tonight though. I was feeling kind of nauseous. I still have a headache. But I told Donn the other night that I would have to be on the point of death not to go, and while I think he thinks I was exaggerating...I really wasn't. I just was scared I'd have the stomach flu while having to deal with airports and flights and stuff.
But, aside from the slight headache, all better now. Let's hope it stays that way.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Two(ish) Days/Some Tea With Your Sugar?
I leave for England on Saturday!!!!
How weird is that?!
It's going to rock, being the fulfillment of a lifelong dream and all. And I get the bonus of going to visit Coolmore Stud, one of the biggest racehorse breeders in the WORLD. Hoping to pick up some tips for my future career. ;-)
The trip is all ready. I made the notebooks for the professors leading it today, as well as the journals for the students on the trip. The journals are pretty classy-looking, if I do say so myself. They're in white folders with see-through plastic covers, and each one has the person's name on the front. There's a picture of a one of the traditional double-decker buses passing Big Ben, and all the writing is in Copperplate Gothic Black, and it just looks REALLY neat! I continued using that font for all the titles on the inside, and it just pulled together really beautifully. Tomorrow I've got to go into work for just a bit in the afternoon, make sure the ag dome is all locked up for spring break (take out the trash, mostly...Dan would not be happy if it stunk the place up) and count out everybody's money allotment. We're letting them have roughly $100, in a mix of pounds and euros. I said something about playing blackjack in the airport and Donn was really quick to say that wasn't going to be allowed. I would like to point out, I meant with Skittles, not actual money (although now that you mention it...).
And tomorrow I get to PACK!!!! I love packing things. Don't ask me why. And I have a really cool idea for making my suitcase easier to see, but I won't mention it. I'll post a picture tomorrow, maybe.
As for the "some tea with your sugar" title...lately, I've taken to attempting to make tea in the little pitcher that's actually meant to filter water. I think I'm going to give up, because I can't get the water hot enough and in a large enough quantity, but that's another story. Anyway, the latest attempt I made produced some tea that was really very, very weak, and out of desperation, in an attempt to make it taste better, I was adding some sugar. Well, I just added it to my cup, but I'd just refilled my little sugar-holder-thingy, and I'd apparently not screwed the lid on as well as I thought. PLOP it goes into my cup, and all the sugar starts to follow while I'm just staring at it for a second. I come back to my senses and pull it up, but then, unsure of how much sugar actually went in, I stuck the spoon in, swished it around, and tried it. I should have known it wasn't a good idea when the tea was a visibly lighter color (which is really saying something because it's nearly dark in here right now). But nope, being me, it went into my mouth anyway. And I started gagging, because it was worse than eating pure sugar.
All I want is a good cup of orange and black pekoe. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so.
And on a last note...still planning to save money for a new computer. I'm wondering about the quality of mine. I'm wondering if motherboard issues could be causing my problems. If it is the motherboard, it probably won't really be worthwhile to repair it, because while it was a nice computer three years ago, it is an underpowered, outdated one now. Sigh. I do like my nice laptop skin. But unfortunately, my aged, arthritic computer is struggling to keep up with what younger computers could do in an instant. The processor speed is often maxed out (the new RAM isn't helping) and it's having difficulty doing things that used to be simple. Even as I type this, it tends to lag two or three characters behind. I was trying to play the game "Escape The Museum" a few minutes ago but gave up because it was so slow. Maybe I can steal some of the twins' baby-sitting jobs this summer and earn some extra money towards it.
How weird is that?!
It's going to rock, being the fulfillment of a lifelong dream and all. And I get the bonus of going to visit Coolmore Stud, one of the biggest racehorse breeders in the WORLD. Hoping to pick up some tips for my future career. ;-)
The trip is all ready. I made the notebooks for the professors leading it today, as well as the journals for the students on the trip. The journals are pretty classy-looking, if I do say so myself. They're in white folders with see-through plastic covers, and each one has the person's name on the front. There's a picture of a one of the traditional double-decker buses passing Big Ben, and all the writing is in Copperplate Gothic Black, and it just looks REALLY neat! I continued using that font for all the titles on the inside, and it just pulled together really beautifully. Tomorrow I've got to go into work for just a bit in the afternoon, make sure the ag dome is all locked up for spring break (take out the trash, mostly...Dan would not be happy if it stunk the place up) and count out everybody's money allotment. We're letting them have roughly $100, in a mix of pounds and euros. I said something about playing blackjack in the airport and Donn was really quick to say that wasn't going to be allowed. I would like to point out, I meant with Skittles, not actual money (although now that you mention it...).
And tomorrow I get to PACK!!!! I love packing things. Don't ask me why. And I have a really cool idea for making my suitcase easier to see, but I won't mention it. I'll post a picture tomorrow, maybe.
As for the "some tea with your sugar" title...lately, I've taken to attempting to make tea in the little pitcher that's actually meant to filter water. I think I'm going to give up, because I can't get the water hot enough and in a large enough quantity, but that's another story. Anyway, the latest attempt I made produced some tea that was really very, very weak, and out of desperation, in an attempt to make it taste better, I was adding some sugar. Well, I just added it to my cup, but I'd just refilled my little sugar-holder-thingy, and I'd apparently not screwed the lid on as well as I thought. PLOP it goes into my cup, and all the sugar starts to follow while I'm just staring at it for a second. I come back to my senses and pull it up, but then, unsure of how much sugar actually went in, I stuck the spoon in, swished it around, and tried it. I should have known it wasn't a good idea when the tea was a visibly lighter color (which is really saying something because it's nearly dark in here right now). But nope, being me, it went into my mouth anyway. And I started gagging, because it was worse than eating pure sugar.
All I want is a good cup of orange and black pekoe. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so.
And on a last note...still planning to save money for a new computer. I'm wondering about the quality of mine. I'm wondering if motherboard issues could be causing my problems. If it is the motherboard, it probably won't really be worthwhile to repair it, because while it was a nice computer three years ago, it is an underpowered, outdated one now. Sigh. I do like my nice laptop skin. But unfortunately, my aged, arthritic computer is struggling to keep up with what younger computers could do in an instant. The processor speed is often maxed out (the new RAM isn't helping) and it's having difficulty doing things that used to be simple. Even as I type this, it tends to lag two or three characters behind. I was trying to play the game "Escape The Museum" a few minutes ago but gave up because it was so slow. Maybe I can steal some of the twins' baby-sitting jobs this summer and earn some extra money towards it.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Aspiring for an Internship...
So, I'm going to be home for six weeks of the summer (mainly because I've decided I'd rather incur a debt via a student loan and get a well-deserved break than go absolutely insane from being stuck here with no more than two weeks off until Summer 2009), and I thought, why not see about getting a summer job or internship?
So I went to Horsefest this weekend, optimistically anticipating I'd be able to find somewhere that would be absolutely perfect. I found one stable in Rogersville that will "probably" be hiring someone in late May for an all-summer job. It could be a great job, if I get it. Otherwise, no bites.
I guess I'm just going to camp out a bit, pray, and find out if this is God's will. To be honest, I really don't care that much. I want it for more experience on my resume, and the money to buy books and pay fees, but that's basically it. If I get it, awesome, if not, I'll hang around with Emily and maybe go volunteer at Camp Barnabas for a week.
A few other things going on, but that's a tale for another day...or at least later tonight. I'm supposed to be in the ag office right now (officially, I'm on mail run...*tries to look innocent*).
Bleh. I think I'm succumbing to the CofO Plague....
So I went to Horsefest this weekend, optimistically anticipating I'd be able to find somewhere that would be absolutely perfect. I found one stable in Rogersville that will "probably" be hiring someone in late May for an all-summer job. It could be a great job, if I get it. Otherwise, no bites.
I guess I'm just going to camp out a bit, pray, and find out if this is God's will. To be honest, I really don't care that much. I want it for more experience on my resume, and the money to buy books and pay fees, but that's basically it. If I get it, awesome, if not, I'll hang around with Emily and maybe go volunteer at Camp Barnabas for a week.
A few other things going on, but that's a tale for another day...or at least later tonight. I'm supposed to be in the ag office right now (officially, I'm on mail run...*tries to look innocent*).
Bleh. I think I'm succumbing to the CofO Plague....
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Almost forgot
Oh, and something else I'm very proud of...
I got my three summaries of Lewis' "The Abolition Of Man" back the other day. Each was worth 20 points, and I got 18 on all three. I forgot to indent (I'm bad about that!) and there were some minor things, but Dr. Head wrote on two of them "Excellent" and on the third "Wow," as well as the comment "This is superb work!" I'm still grinning about it, as you can guess because I wrote it here. Of course, my "grammar" is atrocious; I never learned parts of grammar, or things like passive versus active voice. I'm worried about our test over that next week. But my writing is, apparently, superb. I know I'm not always the most humble, but when it comes to writing, I don't feel like I should be. I am a GOOD writer. I'm not great (heck no, I'm definitely no J.K. Rowling), but I can make my point elegantly and occasionally concisely. I really want to get into writing as a freelancer. I just need something to write about first.
Oh well. I'm keeping a very detailed journal when I move to Kentucky. Then I'm going to turn it into a book (where do you think the title "Confessions of an Aspiring Equestrian" came from?). And I've got my novel I'd like to write, if I can ever bother to research it. And my fanfiction. I've got a story I'm working on that's turned out to be fairly popular. It's definitely going to be the longest story I ever wrote, I'm through with chapter 6 and I can see another ten to fifteen in the future! I would like to earn some money though, and I would like to maybe win some prizes. When I was ten years old, the American Girls club that Barnes and Noble held had a story contest, and I won third prize. I think that's what really cause the writing bug to bite me, because I've wanted to write ever since.
And obviously, I'm quite bad about writing, when I should be doing things like, oh, I don't know, SLEEPING maybe. Especially when I'm so tired it took me three tries to spell "American."
Bleh...I'm going to bed.
I got my three summaries of Lewis' "The Abolition Of Man" back the other day. Each was worth 20 points, and I got 18 on all three. I forgot to indent (I'm bad about that!) and there were some minor things, but Dr. Head wrote on two of them "Excellent" and on the third "Wow," as well as the comment "This is superb work!" I'm still grinning about it, as you can guess because I wrote it here. Of course, my "grammar" is atrocious; I never learned parts of grammar, or things like passive versus active voice. I'm worried about our test over that next week. But my writing is, apparently, superb. I know I'm not always the most humble, but when it comes to writing, I don't feel like I should be. I am a GOOD writer. I'm not great (heck no, I'm definitely no J.K. Rowling), but I can make my point elegantly and occasionally concisely. I really want to get into writing as a freelancer. I just need something to write about first.
Oh well. I'm keeping a very detailed journal when I move to Kentucky. Then I'm going to turn it into a book (where do you think the title "Confessions of an Aspiring Equestrian" came from?). And I've got my novel I'd like to write, if I can ever bother to research it. And my fanfiction. I've got a story I'm working on that's turned out to be fairly popular. It's definitely going to be the longest story I ever wrote, I'm through with chapter 6 and I can see another ten to fifteen in the future! I would like to earn some money though, and I would like to maybe win some prizes. When I was ten years old, the American Girls club that Barnes and Noble held had a story contest, and I won third prize. I think that's what really cause the writing bug to bite me, because I've wanted to write ever since.
And obviously, I'm quite bad about writing, when I should be doing things like, oh, I don't know, SLEEPING maybe. Especially when I'm so tired it took me three tries to spell "American."
Bleh...I'm going to bed.
I'm insane...
I've been up since 5:45 this morning. It's now 1:00 a.m.
I had to get up early for the FFA workshop. It went all right. One of our classes of horses didn't show. I got to have the fun of handling a Fox Trotter gelding, coming two (in like, JUNE, maybe) who was very determined not to be a show horse. He was all over the place, trying to rub up against me, didn't want to move at anything more than a walk, took bathroom breaks (note the plural), neighed more in that period than I'd ever heard from a horse who didn't have the imminent prospect of food...it was interesting.
Ah, well. It's done for another year.
I used my gift certificate for Domino's that I got at the ag department Christmas party. I called them tonight and order a large, deep-dish, pineapple, mushroom, sausage, and ham pizza. You might think it's a weird combination, and I admit, the pineapple and mushrooms together were a bit odd at first, but delicious overall.
While I was waiting for that, I went to the dollar store. Picked up some sugar (now I can make proper tea!), a sugar shaker (well, I can't just leave it in the bag!), and a spatula. Funny story with that...I was going to get some eggs too, because I have a TON of salsa in my fridge leftover from Open House, and I figured, why not fry some eggs up and throw some salsa on? That's pretty good. So I bought a spatula, but no eggs. And now I have a small pitcher for tea, but nothing long enough to stir it properly. I'm *so* brilliant...*rolls eyes*
Anyway. I've been up this late ordering free samples. You know, it's really brilliant, all the free samples you can get. I've got a couple of T-shirts, a ton of shampoo, a razor, chips, coupons for free contacts, all sorts of stuff that I ordered tonight. This isn't the first time I've done it; I've got a ton of things. As a poor college student, I rely on free samples whenever possible. At one point, I ordered so many free samples and coupons for feminine products, I think I paid a total of $5 for six months worth!
It's sort of a thrilling/terrifying thought that three weeks from now - exactly three weeks from now - I will be in an airplane, over the Atlantic Ocean, within a couple hours of landing in England. It's so unbelievable to me. I'M GOING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY!!!! I've never been out of the States, unless you count, like, two hours in Mexico, which I don't, because I was seven, and I don't remember much other than I wasn't impressed. I can't wait for it, it's going to be awesome, but at the same time I'm sort of scared out of my mind. I'm not one who likes to go away from home and try really new experiences (says the girl who's planning to move to Kentucky...). And while most of the people going with me are good aggies (yeah, it's an oxymoron), they're still aggies.
Oh, yeah. I've officially decided I can't stand the aggies. They've got their little clique, and they think they're so much better than everyone else, because they listen to country music, and they go around in Cartharts, and they're usually covered in mud and manure. Yeah, I don't get it either. All I know is, I've been teased constantly by them; well, that, or totally snubbed. It confuses Dr. Lambeth, I can tell; he doesn't quite get why I don't participate in Spanish. I think he thinks I must be really shy or something. I guess I ought to let him know it's nothing against him, it's the fact that I'm the ag department outcast. Because I've never worked in the dairy, or the beef farm, or the hog farm, and because I like horses, and because I actually take care of my appearance and try to wear nice clothes. I know when you're out on a farm, it's harder, but they always look like they've been on a farm. Anyway, I've decided I'm going to go anti-aggie. I'm going to work even harder on maintaining a nice appearance. I'm not going to go out of my way to talk to them, but I'll try to be friendly if they talked to me. Except maybe to Kaycey, who's made it quite clear she dislikes me, and Renee, who was laughing at me the other day. I'm just ignoring them.
I'm also going to be making my own shirt. It's going to say, "Jesus loves me as I am, so why should I care what you think?" This is my statement to them. I'm sure they'll ignore it, but it's going to be there. And it's a confidence booster for me.
I would leave the ag department, if it weren't for the fact that I LOVE my job. I love working in the office and organizing things. Of course, when I'm trying to do a million things at once, and things slip through, I feel horrible. I need to learn to delegate. And I love all the professors; they're great to be around, and I'm pretty positive they all like me. Although Mark might be getting a bit fed up that I keep forgetting to clock in or out (ah, probably not, I've only done it five times this semester, and one of those I couldn't clock out, because they'd locked the building when I came back to do so). And I felt awful because there's a particular project Dan's been wanting me to do that I just haven't had a chance to do. I put Karla on it, but I don't know if she's doing the same thing he wants done or not.
And I still have to tolerate the aggies in my classes, anyway. Animal Science is the major I need to have. If they don't like it, tough. I've only got two ag classes next fall though, THANK GOODNESS, and one will be Animal Breeding (EASY!!!!).
And I've now rambled a good twenty minutes. I'm tired, beginning to hit the point where I can't focus, and thinking that it was a bad idea to drink half a pitcher of tea. Oh well. It was probably a worse idea to eat half that pizza....
I had to get up early for the FFA workshop. It went all right. One of our classes of horses didn't show. I got to have the fun of handling a Fox Trotter gelding, coming two (in like, JUNE, maybe) who was very determined not to be a show horse. He was all over the place, trying to rub up against me, didn't want to move at anything more than a walk, took bathroom breaks (note the plural), neighed more in that period than I'd ever heard from a horse who didn't have the imminent prospect of food...it was interesting.
Ah, well. It's done for another year.
I used my gift certificate for Domino's that I got at the ag department Christmas party. I called them tonight and order a large, deep-dish, pineapple, mushroom, sausage, and ham pizza. You might think it's a weird combination, and I admit, the pineapple and mushrooms together were a bit odd at first, but delicious overall.
While I was waiting for that, I went to the dollar store. Picked up some sugar (now I can make proper tea!), a sugar shaker (well, I can't just leave it in the bag!), and a spatula. Funny story with that...I was going to get some eggs too, because I have a TON of salsa in my fridge leftover from Open House, and I figured, why not fry some eggs up and throw some salsa on? That's pretty good. So I bought a spatula, but no eggs. And now I have a small pitcher for tea, but nothing long enough to stir it properly. I'm *so* brilliant...*rolls eyes*
Anyway. I've been up this late ordering free samples. You know, it's really brilliant, all the free samples you can get. I've got a couple of T-shirts, a ton of shampoo, a razor, chips, coupons for free contacts, all sorts of stuff that I ordered tonight. This isn't the first time I've done it; I've got a ton of things. As a poor college student, I rely on free samples whenever possible. At one point, I ordered so many free samples and coupons for feminine products, I think I paid a total of $5 for six months worth!
It's sort of a thrilling/terrifying thought that three weeks from now - exactly three weeks from now - I will be in an airplane, over the Atlantic Ocean, within a couple hours of landing in England. It's so unbelievable to me. I'M GOING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY!!!! I've never been out of the States, unless you count, like, two hours in Mexico, which I don't, because I was seven, and I don't remember much other than I wasn't impressed. I can't wait for it, it's going to be awesome, but at the same time I'm sort of scared out of my mind. I'm not one who likes to go away from home and try really new experiences (says the girl who's planning to move to Kentucky...). And while most of the people going with me are good aggies (yeah, it's an oxymoron), they're still aggies.
Oh, yeah. I've officially decided I can't stand the aggies. They've got their little clique, and they think they're so much better than everyone else, because they listen to country music, and they go around in Cartharts, and they're usually covered in mud and manure. Yeah, I don't get it either. All I know is, I've been teased constantly by them; well, that, or totally snubbed. It confuses Dr. Lambeth, I can tell; he doesn't quite get why I don't participate in Spanish. I think he thinks I must be really shy or something. I guess I ought to let him know it's nothing against him, it's the fact that I'm the ag department outcast. Because I've never worked in the dairy, or the beef farm, or the hog farm, and because I like horses, and because I actually take care of my appearance and try to wear nice clothes. I know when you're out on a farm, it's harder, but they always look like they've been on a farm. Anyway, I've decided I'm going to go anti-aggie. I'm going to work even harder on maintaining a nice appearance. I'm not going to go out of my way to talk to them, but I'll try to be friendly if they talked to me. Except maybe to Kaycey, who's made it quite clear she dislikes me, and Renee, who was laughing at me the other day. I'm just ignoring them.
I'm also going to be making my own shirt. It's going to say, "Jesus loves me as I am, so why should I care what you think?" This is my statement to them. I'm sure they'll ignore it, but it's going to be there. And it's a confidence booster for me.
I would leave the ag department, if it weren't for the fact that I LOVE my job. I love working in the office and organizing things. Of course, when I'm trying to do a million things at once, and things slip through, I feel horrible. I need to learn to delegate. And I love all the professors; they're great to be around, and I'm pretty positive they all like me. Although Mark might be getting a bit fed up that I keep forgetting to clock in or out (ah, probably not, I've only done it five times this semester, and one of those I couldn't clock out, because they'd locked the building when I came back to do so). And I felt awful because there's a particular project Dan's been wanting me to do that I just haven't had a chance to do. I put Karla on it, but I don't know if she's doing the same thing he wants done or not.
And I still have to tolerate the aggies in my classes, anyway. Animal Science is the major I need to have. If they don't like it, tough. I've only got two ag classes next fall though, THANK GOODNESS, and one will be Animal Breeding (EASY!!!!).
And I've now rambled a good twenty minutes. I'm tired, beginning to hit the point where I can't focus, and thinking that it was a bad idea to drink half a pitcher of tea. Oh well. It was probably a worse idea to eat half that pizza....
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