It's a Birthday Weekend!!!!

September 11th

Happy 21st Birthday Luz!!!!!

September 12th

Happy Birthday Nate!!!

September 14th

Happy Birthday Kenna!!!

....and, introducing the newest member of the Apartment #205 Family....

SIMBA!!!

Dear Professor She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, (again)

Wowza. You are really getting a reputation aren't you? Do you really want to be known as a massive, crazy bitch? I guess you do.

I heard that you bitched out one of my fellow History-Secondary Ed. classmates today. You bitched him out, because you are too scared to bitch out all of us at once.

Let me remind you that it is not our fault we have to take your class. Let me remind you, the only reason we got stuck in your class is because there was no other high level sociology class for the education program to stick us in. Let me remind you, that if it were our choice, there is no way in hell we would step foot in your class.

So please don't bitch out my friend. If you think us education kids are too noisy, and you are threatening to either kick us all out of the class or implement a seating chart (like we're in 2nd grade) than at least grow some balls and threaten us all.

Also, how do you ever expect us to take your fuckery of a class seriously when you never, ever, EVER start on time? Throughout my entire time here as an undergrad I've never had a Professor who doesn't start right. on. time. You on the other hand, wait usually ten minutes before beginning lecture. Did you forget we only had fifty minutes? Or do you just really have that little to talk about? Ah yes, probably the latter...I forgot, this is a pointless class.

So please, show some respect for us and we'll show some respect for you.

Good luck on gaining the student's back. You'll need it,
Whitney

P.S. I also believe you should get some help for this "little-man power trip" syndrome you have got going on. I understand I've been calling you Professor when you're really just a graduate student, but that doesn't give you more of an excuse to try and prove how bad ass you are. You're a bitch. Plain and simple.

Sicky Icky, Take Two

Well, I guess I was mistaken about the whole allergy thing.

I've now progressed into having those horribly painful body aches, fever, and chills. Wow, how lucky am I? It appears I have the flu, or maybe the flu and allergies, or maybe a cold and allergies...

Either way, I feel like crap. Who gets sick when it's still practically summer?! Apparently I do. The only good news I see in this is hopefully it will be my only sickness for the semester, and I can get down to business soon. Or not.

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And btw, is anyone else completely sick of hearing about Sarah Palin? She was a horrible choice for John McCain (yes, she's a woman; bravo. no, she really doesn't have any political experience, and I really don't feel comfortable assuming she could be President of the greatest world power if John McCain's old ass kicks the bucket soon). She's also the Cover girl of FOUR gossip magazines this week.

Realllllllly. Well, yea for Republicans! You got yourself a real exciting VP. And yea for Women! Our first major entrance into national politics is filled with scandal. And yea for John McCain! I'm sure you're just loving all the media and tabloid attention.

I guess I shouldn't judge too harshly until I hear her speech tonight. Unfortunately, I probably won't watch because I can't stand to hear anymore about her pregnant daughter, pageant past, and scandalous birth of her last child. I'm so over Republicans. How 2004.

Barack Obama!

Sicky Icky

I feel like crap.

I feel like crap because my allergies are, at this point in time, ruining my life.

I feel like crap because my head is so stuffed up I wish I could stick a tube in my brain to drain it.

I feel like crap because my nose is now raw from blowing it so much.

I feel like crap because everytime I step outside I go into a sneezing fit which will not end for the next fifteen minutes.

I feel like crap because I got no sleep last night, due to my incredibly sore throat.

I feel like crap because I have no energy, therefore have no desire to do my homework, therefore am being a slacking student already in the second week.

I feel like crap because my mouth is either hanging open so I can breathe, thus making me look like an idiot, Or I have to wheeze breathe through my nose.

Ugh! Allergies! GO. AWAY!

My Turn!

What a great birthday weekend I just had! Now, if only it would never end....

Dear Professor She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,

To be blunt: I hate you. When I met you on Monday I was a bit concerned about our ability to get along but decided to at least give you a chance.

But when you decided to give your students a detailed, in-depth pop quiz the second day of class on an incredibly boring read, I have decided (along with the rest of the class) that I just really don't like you.

Also, your proclamation that you will learn everyone in our 80 person class's name so you can call on us when it looks like we're not paying attention, isn't sitting to well with me either.

Neither is your insistence on say "Right" Before, during, and after every single sentence. When your students begin to keep a tally of how many times you use "Right" and the number comes out to be TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN times during a thirty minute lecture...well, I can see there will be a problem.

I hope you soon get the bitch out of your system. Otherwise, we're in for an awful semester.

With all the hate in my heart,
Whitney

Trapped in a Cage

Two days into the semester and I'm already wishing for a vacation.

It's not the stress of seeing so many course outlines at once and the amount of work I need to complete that is getting to me, it is the mere fact that I just want to finally take control of my life.

I'm tired of being told what to do, when to do it, how not to do it, and how it should be.

The education program has a leash around my neck and it's only. growing. tighter.

I appreciate the fact that they recognize as a Senior, I should get more time in the classroom. Yes, I will enjoy observing/teaching twice a week. At the same time, as a Senior, I wish professors in the education program would stop with the mindless busy work, pointless projects, and infuriating demands.

At what point in your life do you ever have freedom? I'm beginning to fear never. There will always be someone to answer to, someone's standards to meet, someone you fear. The boss, the bill collectors, the government.

It's not fair, and I'm wondering why this is so. Maybe I've been in this damn cage since I was young, but now that I'm getting older it seems to be getting smaller.

Senior Year Starts...Tomorrow

I must first apologize for being so completely absent these past three weeks and more importantly, this entire summer. It was a rough couple of months to say the least, but I still managed to enjoy some summer, and managed to pass all my classes.

So here I am, back in Champaign, ready to start another - my final- semester of classes. I have a wide range of mixed emotions right now. I'm super bummed that I have to jump back into schoolwork so soon. I'm pissed that I have 17 weeks of boooring classes. I'm excited because it's the last time I have to stress over finals EVER! I'm nervous because my time in the real world is drawing nearer. And I'm terribly sad that I'm soon to be leaving my great college friends.

What's a girl to do with all of these emotions!?

I'm just hoping it will be a good semester. Most of all, I want my last few months of college to be fun. I don't think it's quite set in that I'm almost. done. I can't believe it! College has whizzed by. Suddenly I'm a senior and about to turn 22 in one week from today. Wow.

One plus to being a senior is how easy everything seems to fall in place. I'm not stressed about finding classes. I will be quick to get back into the school groove. I know what books to buy and what books to pretend I've read. I can pinpoint the freshman and feel a little bad for those kids who are so scared to be away from home. And I can enjoy Champaign, my home for the past four years. It's nice to be an upperclassman, for sure.

I should also be falling back into my old blogging routine. That is, if I even have any readers left. But this upcoming year should be a good one for chronicling everything; final semester of college, moving back home with the parents, student teaching, and beginning a job search. Yikes! Apparently 22 years of age is the age of change. Ah yes, that's why I've been dreading it since I was little.

I am happy to not have changed apartments this year. Thank God for staying in one place and not having to move!! Kelli and I did get one new roommate though (since MJ left), our friend Becca. She should fit in nicely and we're all ready for a FUN senior year.

So excuse me if you will, but I need to go enjoy my last evening of summer before Fall semester, my LAST semester begins. !!!!!!

Goodbye Summer!