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.

10:32 PM

As I script this. Yes, I'm tired. Last night I was up until after Midnight to work on a 1500 word paper on about vulnerable populations and their history, impact and ...well...yea.

I got a good start on it, 1100 words out of the needed 1500. However, it was still after midnight, more like after 1am, when I called it a night. Which may not have been a problem to sleep in on a any other Saturday, except for one of the rare times in recent years I planned to do OT -at 7AM. Taking Coumadin slows me just a bit more, if I don't get enough rest. I feel the fatigue more--so...

Well...yea. I made it to work 7:35 AM with a French Vanilla Cappuccino in hand. My new boss, is just a few years younger, handsome and loves to flirt with me--alas, he's married. So my French Vanilla Cappuccino kept me captive.

Left there about 11:20AM because I had my writers' group at noon--which was planned a month ago, and 25 miles from where I was. My turned to bring the treats, which I'd planned to bake, alas I bought a chocolate cake instead. I was tired, yet a blessing to be there. Our oldest member is 79 years young and being treated for Stage 4 Breast cancer--which has been zapped from her body. This woman is such an inspiration.

Anyway--long story short---after all that, errands, plus a an hour or so to lie down and pet a cat. I got back on my 1500 word paper on vulnerable populations. Technically, it's due by 2AM my time. It's submitted, plus I did my comments on other classmates' threads. I do think my paper sucks, yet I had 4 resources and did it in the require APA format.

So, now it's 10:45. I'm even more tired and hungry. That turkey sameech I had a million hours ago has long gone. Can't have cereal because the milk is past the expiration date. I just leave it in the fridge to make it seem I have something in there.... :)

OK--this is the kitty who kept me company during my torture at the PC. Now he'll curl up to me and purr.

Well...yea, I'm quite vulnerable to that...