School Crush

Yep. A crush and I don't mean the fun, good, sweet kind of the object of your affection smiling at you in Geometry Class. Now, being older you wonder if he really smiled at you or wanted first dibbs on your Geometry home work? I digress.

My instructor in my current college class crushed me about my latest paper. Honestly, I felt GREAT about this paper. Enjoyed even to write it. Interviewed two folks who work in the human services field. I just KNEW my paper was gonna hit the bulls eye.

Wrong.

The instructor said my paper 'jumped all around" and my questions posed and their answers were 'not focused." I had to list my questions and evidently I soured the milk by not asking about their daily 'routine'--well, to me they explained what they did daily and I wrote about it. I will admit I about blew my top. Yes, I knew this a paper was of our own doing, however if she wanted us to ask particular things maybe she should have provided a list? Oh, and she said I had a 'poor intro'--and I thought it was GOOD. Reading is all in perception. Oh well.

I held it in. This is the LAST week of this class. I have another 1500 word paper of my own due Saturday, along with a 100 word contribution of my team I'm on. Also I will say, this class has been the most challenging--well, with the writing. And I consider myself a writer--a fiction one tho! My last two instructors required 700 words and occasionally 1000, and not every week. I guess this instructor wanted us to learn how to get it done. Maybe.

The papers have been my downfall. This class, especially, due to the new job going full throttle now, and oh yea, a dislike for writing non-fiction and really finding the time to write a 1500 word paper on whatever. This weeks paper will be about the United Nations. She gave us a list to pull from. I could just find an article, copy, paste, cite it and be done with it.

*sigh* Too honest I am. At least I felt good about one of these papers, so perhaps that IS a good sign.

What I've learned is, moving forward, I will try my best to jump head of writing the paper game. We know the due dates and subject, per the syllabus. These papers in this class, plus the extra stuff she's wanted us to do and work has wore me down--however this IS the last week of this class.

A new class starts June 8. Meanwhile I gotta cat curl after I get a dish of Blue Bell Vanilla n Cookies Ice Cream..

Stay tuned.

Thursday Tired

Did a 10 hour day for some OT today. My mind is fried. My boss is attractive, yet I realize it's best to just let him talk, even when there is to be an open door to his office. Not much empathy. We do have a relationship to laugh and such, so my facial expressions, which I'm famous for, come into play for fun--I've realized I've overdone. He tells me today he's trying to read my facial expressions, to figure me out. I told him: "Just ask." So my facial expressions will be at a minimum. Oh well.

I so need to catch up on here. Missed a couple birthdays on May 26th, which I must talk about.

I am tired.

And to think about the paper due Saturday--which I might actually enjoy--is a tomorrow thing. I had to interview someone in a human services facility and a couple classmates, let me send them questions....GRAND!

So I'm tired--which I've repeated.

We'll catch up later.

Promise.

Am Too

That's what I am. It's 9:14pm. I promised myself I was going to bed early tonight..and I am.

Did some school work. This instructor--has already given me positive feedback on my posts. I'm beginning to think this Human Services Bachelor of Science thing I'm goin' for is a good thing. I do have do alot of writing for this particular class this weekend--plus I'd like to do some of my own fiction writing--my novella cries to me to add more words to it. I'll see what I can do.

Oh, and I tried to prune my wisteria tree--yes, tree--I hope I didn't kill it. Anyway, a branch popped me in the face. Since I take a blood thinner, I won't be too surprised if I have a bruise. Anyway, I'm pretty proud of myself for taking on such a task. It had grown enough, it had wrapped itself around my neighbors' tree branches....

And the kitty posted here? His name is Noir and has his own blog, Noir's Nook--which seems to get more hits than mine. Hmm. I can't be hating on my own cat, must be cuz Noir purrs! :) Anyway, I took snapped this picture just a few minutes ago. Noir perched on the blankee I have for a cat who decides to keep me company while I toil on the PC. Noir decided tonight was his shift. however Noir does decide when his shift is also over--cuz Noir pulled an Elvis and left the room....

...and I am too.