Friday, June 10, 2005
Yeah! Finals Week Over!
This has been a rough couple of weeks, I just finished in my math tests. I am getting out with a C, and it makes me very happy. The reason it makes me happy is that I have not gotten anything above D in Math since like fourth grade!
Thank you Mr. Bill!
Last night all the Winter Quarter people went out to Grants for a few beers and a friendly game of darts.
Then at the invitation of my friend Adolfo, I went to the graduation ceremonies. He wasn't my only good friend graduating, two people from Billing and Codeing are out, and the Poetry Mafija have ALL graduated. Maybe my work stands a chance in the Prism now! So did Oksana, the very nice Ukrainian girl, she had Spanish ahead of me by like a year. I used a funny story about us in the play. She still speaks Ukrainian, and she heard me say a bad word in Bosnian, so she asked me if I spoke any Slavic languages. She and I should have been doing our exercise, Mr. Pinon never noticed that we were yakking away, her in Ukrainian, me in Bosnian, because others were talking in English.
Anyway I loved Mr. Bill's class, I will miss him as a teacher, but he's been a friend too! He is the best kept secret of the Math Dept. He understands the pain of math challenged people and knows how to help. Without the help he gave me I would have flunked again. Instead, I am headed to new tortures, Applied Math II. 7:30-8;30 AM. That's probably a good thing, Martin Hall is sooo warm, so at least it will be cool in there. -*more later...
OK back, had to go somewhere, real life does intervene. The guy who probably reported my grass was driveing along and he wanted to know who does my grass. I did not let on about the nastygram from the city, just told him I hired a neighbor. Something about him gave me the creeps. I would NOT like him on my property, he simply gave me the wrong kind of bad vibes. I'd feel safer on a bus full of soldiers who hadn't seen a woman in a long time than with him on my property. He made some remark about haveing gone to my door. Well there is a sign not to knock or ring if you haven't called for an appointment. I told him 'That sign is for a reason, I'm a student and a lot of my classes are on-line and I often have timed tests. I can't have a lot of interuptions.' In a kind of sleezy way, he said 'I don't want to know what your business is but what are you studying?' So I said 'Billing and Codeing and classes which will lead to me being an interpreter. So he asked what languages so I said 'Spanish and Bosnian.' So he drove away quietly as another car came along. It's his kid that has the dodgy buddies. They were harrasing my guy that does the yard. I hired another neighbor, one who doesn't give me the creeps, and who does what is expected. Further, he works cheap. Which I need. He needs the money too, he's a student and doesn't have a lot of discretionary income. If for any reason he can't do it, then I'll have the guy that hauled the fridge do it, cuz I trust him, and feel safe around him. That guy is an older Black guy, and very very nice.
Besides I'm pretty sure that this is the neighbor who finked me off to the city. I don't like people like that, and I don't give finks business. There are ways he could have talked to me, or he could have left a flyer with his number and then answered the damned phone. Most people I've had do yard work for me are not good about answering the phone. Back when I first moved in and was in the market for a lawn care service, guys left fliers then didn't return my calls. Or I'd have people show up and have a sob story and need work. I HATE guys with sob stories. First of all, I've been a good person and had harder breaks than most of them, second of all they are not telling the truth half the time. I don't like kids doing this kind of work either cuz I'm liable if anyone gets hurt and kids are lots likelier to get hurt. I don't need the agro. So I am really really grateful to have someone who can do the job at a price I can afford and who has some damn sense. Plus it doesn't hurt that he's not creepy and is decent.
I have to say another thing, I'm really glad the Poetry Mafija all graduated. I love them, but damit, I would like to have stuff published too! hehe!
Now maybe I have a shot at it. Of course someone needs to talk to the students about WHY the Teenangst Drama Queen School of Literature is so over-represented in the publication. Not everyone on staff is a teenager from a stupid dysfunctional family. Two stories about people who self mutilate? Confessional writeing seldom rises to the level of bearable reading, let alone lit.
Anyway this rough quarter is at an end and hopefully I will have smoother sailing and better winds. It might be nice if I didn't feel the need of a specialist in Tropical Medicine.
Thank you Mr. Bill!
Last night all the Winter Quarter people went out to Grants for a few beers and a friendly game of darts.
Then at the invitation of my friend Adolfo, I went to the graduation ceremonies. He wasn't my only good friend graduating, two people from Billing and Codeing are out, and the Poetry Mafija have ALL graduated. Maybe my work stands a chance in the Prism now! So did Oksana, the very nice Ukrainian girl, she had Spanish ahead of me by like a year. I used a funny story about us in the play. She still speaks Ukrainian, and she heard me say a bad word in Bosnian, so she asked me if I spoke any Slavic languages. She and I should have been doing our exercise, Mr. Pinon never noticed that we were yakking away, her in Ukrainian, me in Bosnian, because others were talking in English.
Anyway I loved Mr. Bill's class, I will miss him as a teacher, but he's been a friend too! He is the best kept secret of the Math Dept. He understands the pain of math challenged people and knows how to help. Without the help he gave me I would have flunked again. Instead, I am headed to new tortures, Applied Math II. 7:30-8;30 AM. That's probably a good thing, Martin Hall is sooo warm, so at least it will be cool in there. -*more later...
OK back, had to go somewhere, real life does intervene. The guy who probably reported my grass was driveing along and he wanted to know who does my grass. I did not let on about the nastygram from the city, just told him I hired a neighbor. Something about him gave me the creeps. I would NOT like him on my property, he simply gave me the wrong kind of bad vibes. I'd feel safer on a bus full of soldiers who hadn't seen a woman in a long time than with him on my property. He made some remark about haveing gone to my door. Well there is a sign not to knock or ring if you haven't called for an appointment. I told him 'That sign is for a reason, I'm a student and a lot of my classes are on-line and I often have timed tests. I can't have a lot of interuptions.' In a kind of sleezy way, he said 'I don't want to know what your business is but what are you studying?' So I said 'Billing and Codeing and classes which will lead to me being an interpreter. So he asked what languages so I said 'Spanish and Bosnian.' So he drove away quietly as another car came along. It's his kid that has the dodgy buddies. They were harrasing my guy that does the yard. I hired another neighbor, one who doesn't give me the creeps, and who does what is expected. Further, he works cheap. Which I need. He needs the money too, he's a student and doesn't have a lot of discretionary income. If for any reason he can't do it, then I'll have the guy that hauled the fridge do it, cuz I trust him, and feel safe around him. That guy is an older Black guy, and very very nice.
Besides I'm pretty sure that this is the neighbor who finked me off to the city. I don't like people like that, and I don't give finks business. There are ways he could have talked to me, or he could have left a flyer with his number and then answered the damned phone. Most people I've had do yard work for me are not good about answering the phone. Back when I first moved in and was in the market for a lawn care service, guys left fliers then didn't return my calls. Or I'd have people show up and have a sob story and need work. I HATE guys with sob stories. First of all, I've been a good person and had harder breaks than most of them, second of all they are not telling the truth half the time. I don't like kids doing this kind of work either cuz I'm liable if anyone gets hurt and kids are lots likelier to get hurt. I don't need the agro. So I am really really grateful to have someone who can do the job at a price I can afford and who has some damn sense. Plus it doesn't hurt that he's not creepy and is decent.
I have to say another thing, I'm really glad the Poetry Mafija all graduated. I love them, but damit, I would like to have stuff published too! hehe!
Now maybe I have a shot at it. Of course someone needs to talk to the students about WHY the Teenangst Drama Queen School of Literature is so over-represented in the publication. Not everyone on staff is a teenager from a stupid dysfunctional family. Two stories about people who self mutilate? Confessional writeing seldom rises to the level of bearable reading, let alone lit.
Anyway this rough quarter is at an end and hopefully I will have smoother sailing and better winds. It might be nice if I didn't feel the need of a specialist in Tropical Medicine.
# posted by Katja R. @ 3:26 PM 
