Today I will be turning in my application for Graduation! :) so excited. I'm that much closer to being a college graduate.
Of course I had to fill the application out 3 times because I kept messing up... nerves I guess. Then again, I usually screw up on forms anytime I have to fill them out.
Now all I have to do is:
Finish my last class with a passing grade (preferably an A)
Get a cap and gown (however you do that... I'll figure it out)
Buy a graduation dress (gotta look pretty for grad pics!)
Look up any other graduation information that I need to know
Pay off all my debts to the school
and...
Well, I'm not sure about what else, but I'm sure I'll figure it out as time presses on.
YAY! :)
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Quitters Never Prosper
Why is life so hectic?
I feel like I barely have time for anything...
I guess working 80 hours a week, going to school and trying to write for the school paper doesn't help. And having a social life... it either doesn't happen, or I risk falling short of my goals and responsibilities.
The jobs are great, I need the money. It's the extra stuff that's creating the stress. - School I can handle. I've been doing that for 16 years. The social life makes things difficult, but it also temporarily relieves me of my stresses, which is a good thing. Right?. I'm thinking it's the paper. I would really like to do it, but it's so much added stress to my life that I don't really want. I have deadlines, and I have to meet with people for interviews, and I have to write, edit, and rewrite. Then I have to rewrite and re-edit. And then, sometimes I have to still do it again. At least, that's been my experience with my first story, which still hasn't even run yet.
I think writing for my school paper would most likely have some long term benefits for me in my potential future career... but does that make it worth all the stress it adds to my waking life that could potentially cause health problems, emotional problems, and a decrease in the pleasure I get out of writing. It could even ruin my love for writing, right? - It's just not the kind of writing that I want to be doing. I don't want to be a reporter. I don't want to have to investigate things that I don't know or care about so people can read probably the first few lines and then scrap it. It just seems like a lot of work for not so much benefit. Especially because no matter what, I wont be able to get more than a semesters worth of experience.
Does wanting to quit make me a slacker? Does it make me a failure? Is it a bad idea? Should I just force myself to do it even though as I'm sitting here thinking about my next story I'm also thinking about how much I really don't want to do it?
When I first signed up, I was really genuinely excited. And now, I've written only one story (which as I said before still hasn't even run) and I'm already sick of it... Is it because I haven't seen any results yet? Because I haven't received that instant gratification that I love so much? I don't know. All I know is that my next story is due Tuesday at 11 AM and I haven't even e-mailed and potential interviews yet. And on top of that, I have to work all day tomorrow, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, so, Lord only knows when I would even be able to meet with anyone.
It's just too much.
But I'm still going to try... I don't want to be a quitter anymore.
I feel like I barely have time for anything...
I guess working 80 hours a week, going to school and trying to write for the school paper doesn't help. And having a social life... it either doesn't happen, or I risk falling short of my goals and responsibilities.
The jobs are great, I need the money. It's the extra stuff that's creating the stress. - School I can handle. I've been doing that for 16 years. The social life makes things difficult, but it also temporarily relieves me of my stresses, which is a good thing. Right?. I'm thinking it's the paper. I would really like to do it, but it's so much added stress to my life that I don't really want. I have deadlines, and I have to meet with people for interviews, and I have to write, edit, and rewrite. Then I have to rewrite and re-edit. And then, sometimes I have to still do it again. At least, that's been my experience with my first story, which still hasn't even run yet.
I think writing for my school paper would most likely have some long term benefits for me in my potential future career... but does that make it worth all the stress it adds to my waking life that could potentially cause health problems, emotional problems, and a decrease in the pleasure I get out of writing. It could even ruin my love for writing, right? - It's just not the kind of writing that I want to be doing. I don't want to be a reporter. I don't want to have to investigate things that I don't know or care about so people can read probably the first few lines and then scrap it. It just seems like a lot of work for not so much benefit. Especially because no matter what, I wont be able to get more than a semesters worth of experience.
Does wanting to quit make me a slacker? Does it make me a failure? Is it a bad idea? Should I just force myself to do it even though as I'm sitting here thinking about my next story I'm also thinking about how much I really don't want to do it?
When I first signed up, I was really genuinely excited. And now, I've written only one story (which as I said before still hasn't even run) and I'm already sick of it... Is it because I haven't seen any results yet? Because I haven't received that instant gratification that I love so much? I don't know. All I know is that my next story is due Tuesday at 11 AM and I haven't even e-mailed and potential interviews yet. And on top of that, I have to work all day tomorrow, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, so, Lord only knows when I would even be able to meet with anyone.
It's just too much.
But I'm still going to try... I don't want to be a quitter anymore.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Extension?
I'm quite possibly the worst blogger on the planet...
well, that and my summer semester proved to be busier than expected. I only took two classes, but both both of them somehow managed to take up nearly all of my time.
Unfortunately, graduation has slipped through my fingers and rrun just a little farther away from my grasp. I have yet another semester to go. With only one class left, I will most definitely be graduating in December (fingers crossed). Today is the first day of class, and my second class wont be until next Monday. (It's a once a week meeting class).
This all seems pretty easy. But then add in two jobs that require me to be on my feet all day and an unpaid position on the school newspapers news staff, and we're looking at a pretty hectic semester.
But I know I can do it, and I'm excited. I'm finally on my way to actually getting somewhere.
A trip to the career center over the summer helped me devise a plan.
Goal 1: Clime the editing career track and become a world renowned editor. (Based on my last entry from way back when, it doesn't seem like I'd be very good at it, heh), but I'm determined and I really want this to be where I end up.
Goal 2: Be a writer of some sort, be it a book author, or a columnist or a writer for a magazine or something to do with writing in any way/shape/form. That would be nice.
Goal 3: Be an English teacher... This is my back up plan. so basically, if I'm a failure at life, I'll be an English teacher. Okay fine, not a failure at life, but a failure at getting what I want. And I certainly don't want that to happen. Not that I would be unhappy as a teacher, but it's just not my first choice of profession... not anymore.
So, clearly my direction has changed a bit. When I first started this blog at the beginning of the year, being a teacher was my main and pretty much only goal. I guess things change. And so they did.
Okay, ready, set, go! Last semester of college, Here, I, Come!
well, that and my summer semester proved to be busier than expected. I only took two classes, but both both of them somehow managed to take up nearly all of my time.
Unfortunately, graduation has slipped through my fingers and rrun just a little farther away from my grasp. I have yet another semester to go. With only one class left, I will most definitely be graduating in December (fingers crossed). Today is the first day of class, and my second class wont be until next Monday. (It's a once a week meeting class).
This all seems pretty easy. But then add in two jobs that require me to be on my feet all day and an unpaid position on the school newspapers news staff, and we're looking at a pretty hectic semester.
But I know I can do it, and I'm excited. I'm finally on my way to actually getting somewhere.
A trip to the career center over the summer helped me devise a plan.
Goal 1: Clime the editing career track and become a world renowned editor. (Based on my last entry from way back when, it doesn't seem like I'd be very good at it, heh), but I'm determined and I really want this to be where I end up.
Goal 2: Be a writer of some sort, be it a book author, or a columnist or a writer for a magazine or something to do with writing in any way/shape/form. That would be nice.
Goal 3: Be an English teacher... This is my back up plan. so basically, if I'm a failure at life, I'll be an English teacher. Okay fine, not a failure at life, but a failure at getting what I want. And I certainly don't want that to happen. Not that I would be unhappy as a teacher, but it's just not my first choice of profession... not anymore.
So, clearly my direction has changed a bit. When I first started this blog at the beginning of the year, being a teacher was my main and pretty much only goal. I guess things change. And so they did.
Okay, ready, set, go! Last semester of college, Here, I, Come!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
So I'm sitting in class right now and ready to just get up and leave. It's the 6th week of school and I'm already super sick of it. Can you say senioritis? I really am to the point where ii just can't wait to graduate and just focus on making money and enjoying my time off. Despite this, I know i'm really going to miss school once i'm done. But for now, school and work are pretty much consuming all of my time. I hardly ever have the time to do the thingds that I enjoy. If I decide to sit down one night and spend a coulde hours drawing or practicing the piano, or go out with friends, I sacrifice crucial homework time and potentialy my grades. Not to mention the fact that I work 5 days a week serving on hit or miss shifts where I either make money or I don't. Working takes alot of energy, so going home to do homework is the last thing I want to do after a long day at work.
but still it must be done.
I just have to keep telling myself "you're almost done, just hold out a little longer."
motivation is what I need. Motivation.
but still it must be done.
I just have to keep telling myself "you're almost done, just hold out a little longer."
motivation is what I need. Motivation.
Monday, February 7, 2011
a death in the family
it happened on thursday night. I had just gotten back to tampa and was out with some friends. But I didn't hear till early the next morning. It was a phonecall from my mom. When did it happen? I asked. She responded, she died around midnigt last night. I told her I loved her and would see her in the morning.
The next day my sister and I got up early and made the drive back home. From there we went straight to my grandma's house. Everyone was quiet and kept to themselves, so my sisters and I sat on the couch and worked on shool work. Over the next two days we spent time with lots of family, looking at pictures and talking about our favorite memories and stories. We shared things that some of us had written for her and we listened to stories we'd never heard before. Its a sad time but i feel like we're all a little closer because of it. Different people have been in and out of the house bringing with them fod and condolences. Today is the wake and we will go look at my grandmother and say goodbye while friends and family come to tell us how sorry they are. Tomorrow is the funeral service and we will say good bye to her forever and be done with this sad time. We'll all move on with our lves and hopefully each of us will take a little piece of her with us so that she'll be with us always.
The next day my sister and I got up early and made the drive back home. From there we went straight to my grandma's house. Everyone was quiet and kept to themselves, so my sisters and I sat on the couch and worked on shool work. Over the next two days we spent time with lots of family, looking at pictures and talking about our favorite memories and stories. We shared things that some of us had written for her and we listened to stories we'd never heard before. Its a sad time but i feel like we're all a little closer because of it. Different people have been in and out of the house bringing with them fod and condolences. Today is the wake and we will go look at my grandmother and say goodbye while friends and family come to tell us how sorry they are. Tomorrow is the funeral service and we will say good bye to her forever and be done with this sad time. We'll all move on with our lves and hopefully each of us will take a little piece of her with us so that she'll be with us always.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Here's to Hope
Yesterday I had to leave school pretty abruptly, missing two of my classes, to go back home so I could ride with my mom and sister over to my Grandma's house.
Early last year, my Grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, in the fourth stage. Throughout the past year she has been going through chemo and other treatments to help get rid of the cancer.
Her last treatment was the other day and to the comfort of my family, the cancer was gone.
Unfortunately, that last session of chemo was a little too much for her. The soft tissue on several of her internal organs was zapped and singed.
Yesterday, when we arrived, she was in a very weak state, unable to breath on her own, or speak, or eat, or even move voluntarily. It's an awful thing to see someone you love and care about so much in such a state. I could hardly stand it.
My aunts and uncles had a priest come to the house yesterday to give her her last rights. Everyone was certain she wouldn't make it through the day.
Today, she is still here with us, and, to our amazement, she is doing a little better. Today, she is more alert, and is more responsive to the people in the room with her. She tries now to speak, and although none of it is coherent, it's still better than yesterday. She was able to have a drink of water today, which is wonderful considering she did not drink or eat all day yesterday. Today, the odds are a little more on her side.
I don't know if my Grandma will make it through or not, but one things for certain; my Grandma is a strong woman, and she's made it through a lot, and I don't think she'll leave us anytime soon without at least a fight. I have a lot of hope and faith that she just might pull through. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I can't help but feel that it's not her time. Not yet.
Right now, is a time of stress for my family and myself. We are all concerned about this woman we all love so dearly, as well as all the other strife we have going on in each of our lives. But oddly enough, sitting here surrounded by my family, all of us hoping and waiting, there's a little bit of comfort, and the stress, just for the moment, has gone away.
Early last year, my Grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, in the fourth stage. Throughout the past year she has been going through chemo and other treatments to help get rid of the cancer.
Her last treatment was the other day and to the comfort of my family, the cancer was gone.
Unfortunately, that last session of chemo was a little too much for her. The soft tissue on several of her internal organs was zapped and singed.
Yesterday, when we arrived, she was in a very weak state, unable to breath on her own, or speak, or eat, or even move voluntarily. It's an awful thing to see someone you love and care about so much in such a state. I could hardly stand it.
My aunts and uncles had a priest come to the house yesterday to give her her last rights. Everyone was certain she wouldn't make it through the day.
Today, she is still here with us, and, to our amazement, she is doing a little better. Today, she is more alert, and is more responsive to the people in the room with her. She tries now to speak, and although none of it is coherent, it's still better than yesterday. She was able to have a drink of water today, which is wonderful considering she did not drink or eat all day yesterday. Today, the odds are a little more on her side.
I don't know if my Grandma will make it through or not, but one things for certain; my Grandma is a strong woman, and she's made it through a lot, and I don't think she'll leave us anytime soon without at least a fight. I have a lot of hope and faith that she just might pull through. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I can't help but feel that it's not her time. Not yet.
Right now, is a time of stress for my family and myself. We are all concerned about this woman we all love so dearly, as well as all the other strife we have going on in each of our lives. But oddly enough, sitting here surrounded by my family, all of us hoping and waiting, there's a little bit of comfort, and the stress, just for the moment, has gone away.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Broke, and Much to do
So, I didn't get the job. Had I, I most certainly would have known by now, seeing as Yesterday would have been my first day reporting to work.
But, I'm okay with that. I'm not completely sure that I'm ready to leave the comfort of my job as a server just yet. There's no other job that I could have right now that would pay me as well for the same amount of hours. And school needs to be my main focus right now anyway, so a full time job is probably not a good idea, for now anyway.
Helped my beautiful boyfriend move this weekend. how exhausting. I had to leave to go to work one day though. But the next day I got to help clean the old place all day. What fun--not.
Anyway, I have nothing extra special to report, and I should be doing homework anyway. There is much to do today, and, rent is due :( boo. There goes my first paycheck. Now I have to wait two weeks to actually have money. Awesome.
But, I'm okay with that. I'm not completely sure that I'm ready to leave the comfort of my job as a server just yet. There's no other job that I could have right now that would pay me as well for the same amount of hours. And school needs to be my main focus right now anyway, so a full time job is probably not a good idea, for now anyway.
Helped my beautiful boyfriend move this weekend. how exhausting. I had to leave to go to work one day though. But the next day I got to help clean the old place all day. What fun--not.
Anyway, I have nothing extra special to report, and I should be doing homework anyway. There is much to do today, and, rent is due :( boo. There goes my first paycheck. Now I have to wait two weeks to actually have money. Awesome.
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