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What is Love? (Baby Don’t Hurt Me. Don’t Hurt Me. No More.)

September 21, 2014

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I am taking an online Human Sexuality class (which a friend has chosen to believe is really just me surfing the interwebs for porn. You know who you are. This one’s for you. *smirk*). This is my response to a discussion question posed by my teacher.

I wish I was a little bit taller I wish I was a baller… I wish my hair was a little bit longer, y’all

October 9, 2012

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Wow… It’s been a while.  I have been exceedingly busy lately, what with taking 4 classes and holding two jobs.  I’ve scarce had time for anything else.  Right now, I am sitting with a bowl of quinoa, fueling up for a run and I’m on here…. neglecting homework (really bad idea… there are tests today). […]

My Closet Tells Me I Am Not a Grown Up

June 20, 2012

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Today is the day that we take off for the conference.  Mah boy will be here at 9am to pick me up.  I didn’t start packing until this morning.  Standing in my closet, looking at my selection of clothes and trying to decide what to wear this week… I realise that my wardrobe is not […]

Tuesday Night Nothings

May 1, 2012

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So I pretty much shot myself in the foot this evening.  I’ve some information to study for tomorrow’s quiz in the morning and had myself a pre-dinner booze-drink [didn’t have much to eat earlier today], as well as a….. concurrent(?) dinner drink.  Don’t judge me; my words don’t come so quick (or correct) right now.  […]

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” ~Helen Keller

March 27, 2012

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I took out my green earplugs. I rolled one between my thumb and fingers until it was tight, then I finessed it into my ear canal and waited for it to expand. Deaf in one ear, I repeated the process with the other plug and blocked my residual hearing. Now fully deaf, I turned to my classmate and she handed me her scarf. I put on my sunglasses and then tied the scarf around my head, over them. I was now completely blind. Deaf, blind and utterly alone....

Shenanigans

February 17, 2012

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I love a good photobomb. And I love photobombing. I can't tell you how many people out there must have me in their photos, somewhere in the background, always making the same face....

D-Day

December 4, 2011

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My story of test day. It was a whirlwind and a day of drama, anxiety, stress, crying and more crying. ... "A classmate exited the room and was asked how she felt. She answered, 'I wanna go home and die.' I laughed. I thought, 'Oh she's so silly. That's classic HER! She's a funny one. La-la-la!' .... I had no idea I would soon be in the same boat."