…is your biggest addiction?
…is your friend?
…is probably what keeps you from slapping people?
…is an underrated neccessity of societal function?
…is not going to cut it today???
That last one. I’m there.
Also, I’m out of coffee. Hold on…
Why can I never find a waitress -ANY waitress?!?!?!- when my mug is empty??? *siiiiiiigh*
Okay. So today I took a set of mid-term exams. I did fine, I’m sure of it. I have a proctored lab tomorrow morning, yet. Then I wait for grades. I have no problems; I’m not worried about grades. I know that I did well.
What I have a problem with is that to take my exams it cost me waaaaaay too much money.
I am required to have my exams proctored (since my classes and lectures are entirely online) in order for the grades to be official and count towards credit hours earned.
I either need to learn to take more time per question or …well, SOMETHING… in order to get my money’s worth! My first test took me 15 minutes. FIFTEEN! Ugh! The second took almost the entire hour because it require short answers and essay. The third I was again finished in under 30 minutes.
That entire ordeal cost me $220. The hands-on lab is costing me $150. I know that’s worth it, since it’s 100% hands on PLUS a written test. I already have the questions for the written part, and it’s multiple choice. No biggie. The hands on section? I know exactly what skills are required for me to prove understanding and basic proficiency on. This isn’t going to be difficult. And it’s worth it, since for the skills demonstration I don’t need to provide my own tools. They are provided for me.
Allow me to reiterate: I spent $220 today for someone to half-watch me spend not even 2 hours answering test questions.
It’s not as though they had to make sure I wasn’t using my phone to cheat; phones had to be turned into the table where the proctor sat. Seriously.
I’m in the wrong business (although I’m sure the proctor doesn’t actually get all the money. I’m quite certain that a good chunk of it goes to the University. Still. It’s the principle of the thing!).
Any who…that’s over. Mostly.
Onward to greater things for this week.
Like organization and cleaning and budgeting and food prep and packing stuff back into totes (which is what happens when you go through your entire wardrobe, weeding out what you have no desire to keep).
I could use a clone.
My week started with glass clean up in the bath tub, by the way. In case you were concerned that perhaps I had a nice, easy cup of coffee in the sun to start my week? No, no I did not. It wouldn’t have been bad except…the breakage had happened sometime hours earlier and the jar had contained sugar scrub. So as the liquid dried? The liquified sugar glued the glass pieces to the porcelain bath tub. Good times…
I mean, it hasn’t been bad really. I shouldn’t complain.
And honestly? I’m not. I’m not happy that it’s mid-Tuesday, I’m tired, and I have a 3 page list to accomplish in the next day and a half.
I’m not complaining, though.
Lamenting? Perhaps. I feel like I shouldn’t be tired and that the coffee isn’t doing it’s ONLY JOB. I may break down and have an apple or something. I don’t know how my body is gonna take that though, so…
I know, from journaling (and then READING my past entries. That’s actually kind of important…), that this all goes in cycles in my life.
I also am aware that the absolute intense that the full part of the cycle (that leads me to want to sleep for about a week straight…yet I never do? I should work on that. They always tell you to follow your dreams, right? Well fuck. I’d like time to HAVE a dream or two…)…
Any way…the full part of the cycle has only gotten fuller…and it’s my own doing. And I’m okay with that because the projects on my plate are MINE — not someone else’s.
So…the coffee has been refilled. The brain is defragging mostly. And I’m thinking I might actually survive this. (I’ve got a marvelous Bestest to keep me laughing and grinning. I highly recommend.)
Should I study something else for tomorrow?
Nah. Gonna chill and read some crap. Not smut. I’ll read that later (what. The only difference is that I admit it and you don’t. Honesty). Just generalized the-world-is-going-to-be-the-demise-of-itself crap.
Why? Because I can.