Mom: I guess I have your approval, then?
Me: are you looking for it? 🙂
Me: of course you have my approval
Mom: well I don’t want you to think I’m a floozy
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It’s been a long week with no Sara. She’ll be home tomorrow night at like midnight. Seriously, she better not leave me, I’d be a mess. She was only gone for a few days and all I did was sit on the couch with the laptop watching ESPN and eating sour cream and onion chips. Imagine if I’d been depressed!
I’m going to try to waste tomorrow by putting some hours in at work and doing homework. 1 week down, 6 more to go until I’m done with school!
In other news, how awesome is this?
100% Certified Sara Free
So Sara left today to go to Salt Lake City (party capitol of the world) for a conference until Saturday. I’m already bored. On the plus side though I got to turn on the heat, use the laptop and watch ESPN for hours.
I just noticed that when I made that post about my old man down there, I was listening to “Father of Mine.” That’s weird!
So yesterday I started my LAST CLASS OF GRAD SCHOOL! But man does the class suck!
It’s called Communication Skills for Management. It’s essentially any freshman year comm class you ever took (Comm 114 at Purdue). Let me attempt to recreate the first class for you. Well first off, the teacher is hardcore about missing class. If you miss class you have to do a 2 hour web course within a week to make up for what you missed, which would be nothing because the class is stupid and worthless. If you miss more than 1 class for any reason, you automatically lose 1/3 of your grade, like you’d go from an A- to a B+. So no chance of skipping.
But seriously, it’s like comm class for freshmen who failed out of their intro comm classes. We have to give an informative speech, a persuasive speach and a couple of writing assignments such as writing a memo and critiquing our speech. Seriously, as a grad school class.
Anyway, we get to class and we have to do an ice breaker where we introduce ourselves to people and find out things about them and then they can sign our sheet. Yeah, welcome to 5th grade. Then we spend 50 minutes learning that communication can be NON-VERBAL as well as verbal. I know! I’m as shocked as you. We took a 10 minute break and then we did an exercise where a guy tried to get us to draw a picture that we couldn’t see using only verbal cues. Then we spent 50 minutes learning that communication can get MESSED UP sometimes. I about passed out with surprise! Then we take another 10 minute break. So finally we get to the big punch line of the class, you could tell she was really building up to this one. 50 minutes for her to tell us that it doesn’t matter what you’re trying to tell someone, it only matters WHAT THEY THINK THEY HEARD. I just fell right out of my chair. That’s some deep shit. Finally we did an exercise where we had to interview the person next to us but here’s the catch! We couldn’t write down words, only pictures! And now in the next class we have to introduce the people we interviewed using only our pictures to help us remember stuff!
So all of that great stuff made the class spill over 15 minutes. 3 hours and 15 minutes to tell us what could basically be summed up in 3 bullet points on 1 slide. I can only hope the rest of the classes are as useful.
Oh yeah, and get this! Classes are supposed to be 7 weeks but we miss 1 class because of Thanksgiving, so she scheduled a class on the 8th week. Then we took a secret ballet vote to see if we should have that class. Someone voted YES! So now we have to have the class. I mean who votes yes??
And we can’t forget to mention the taking of attendence. Of COURSE there was attendence. 😛
Oh well, at least 7 weeks and I’m DONE.
Pops
My dad took a job where he has to use the computer at work. It’s like a supervisor position and he has to do time entry and OT approval…that kind of stuff. I’m really proud of him for taking a job like that. I honestly can’t believe he accepted the job, or even that it would be offered to him. I know he was trying to weasel out of the computer part but they told him if he wanted the supervisor job he had to take all of it or none of it.
The reason why I’m so proud of him is because normally he goes to great lengths to make sure he’s not in a position where he would have to read something. He’s worked most of his life to hide or play down his disability. (And he’s amazing at it. I guarantee people who have known him for years have no idea he can’t read. I don’t even know how I’d make it in the world, much less do all the stuff he does.) Taking a job where he knows its going to require reading is a pretty big step for him. I really really hope it works out.
The Lock
There is a door in my building that goes down to the basement. It has a lock on it, but none of the people living here have a key to it. For some reason, someone locked it from the inside, went out the basement back door, came around and back in the front door and then broke a key off in the lock. Can anyone explain that to me?? Why would someone do that?? So, because our keys have never worked in the back basement door (even though they are supposed to) I couldn’t get to our washer and dryer in the basement. Eventually the landlord came and took care of it. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but I’m just so confused about it. There are only 4 apartments in my building, so it’s not like it could have been just anyone.
::baffled::
Shane Halbach 