GRADES ARE IN!!!

I meant to do this sooner, and I thought I would put it off since I already posted once today, But if I put it off I will most likely forget to come back to it, and that is the reason we are here now, so think of this as a treat... Two posts in one day. Lucky You!

I've complained in the past about school, and about the nameless putz teacher I can't stand and I thought an update was perfectly necessary. Grades are in for the semester... Drum Roll please...

Well, actually let me back up and start with an introduction to the courses... Sorry to hold you in suspense, But it's better that way, don't you think?

This semester was my last at butte, so I took only the last two required courses, and one extra for fun. History 14, World Civilizations II and Education 2, were required. English 15, Cultural Films and Lit was for fun. The history and English classes are straightforward enough that I hope you understand at least partially what they entail... Education 2 is my preservice requirement, which means I spent a total of 45 hours in an elementary school classroom. and actually, I spent over a hundred hours in the classroom, but 45 were required.

I'd imagine that you are wondering where putz teacher fits in here, I'm not sure if i mentioned this before... He was the history teacher, and the class was torture. Just to punctuate the point, I'm going to tell you a funny story...

I know that I told you that I was graduating, or at least I think I did, anyway, I graduated form Butte College with Two degrees, Liberal Studies and Social and Behavioral health. I know, YAY ME! (LOL). the ceremony was long, and arduous. I hated sitting there... but it served a purpose, so it was worth it, in all of its symbolic glory. There was a point when one student was at the podium, and I can't remember his title, anyway, he was announcing the teacher of the year as chosen by the graduating class (This graduate had never heard of this, I'm not sure which group you have to belong to to vote, but I certainly wasn't invited...) anyway the speaker guy, whoever he was, was announcing the nominees, blah blah, from the such and such department, so and so, from the other department, and (hang on to your seats boys and girls) PUTZ teacher from the History department. (Now, the speaker said his name, but I like putz teacher so much better.)... at this point, my jaw dropped, really, teacher of the year? no way that was possible. I must have been dreaming, I pinched myself, and it hurt, so, I guess it wasn't a dream. I looked around, and saw a mixture of expressions in the crowd of black polyester around me... some were excited by this (gullible idiots), others were shocked, like myself, and still others looked completely emotionless, I imagined that they were robots, who were about to self destruct from false information. Now the speaker is going on, about something, but I was thinking to myself, that there was no way putz teacher could win, while simultaneously hoping that the robots when they self destructed from false information, would do it somewhere far away, so as not to hurt too many people.

... And the Teacher of the Year is, PUTZ TEACHER (cheers, cheers...) WILL PUTZ TEACHER Please come up and accept his award? this is when the crickets started chirping, because in true putz teacher form, he wasn't there. Somehow, all of those people he has bewitched with his bullshit spewing voted, and were the majority. My first thought was, OF COURSE. Of Course he wouldn't be here....

So anyway, that was the funny story, I could go on, but I think that we should instead leave the rest to the imagination of the reader, instead lets take a moment to laugh, **Silent Pause**

Now that that is out of our systems, my grades for this semester are as follows,

English - A

EDUC 2- A

History- C

You may look at the C and think I am upset by that, but considering the teacher was unnamed Putz teacher, I am ecstatic.

Adventures in House Sitting parts 3,4,5,6 and A whole bunch of other stuff

I have not been very good about posting. I have so many things to say and I should have been posting every single day but I haven't. First, Maggie and I are pals now. She sits with me on the sofa, she sits with me outside when I am reading a book, she really likes when I take her on walks. Which I was afraid of at first, because how can I walk a dog who won't listen, who is afraid of me? It worked out. Somehow, things always work out, don't they? our first walk was short. I wanted her to get used to me, and me to get used to her, but to not venture too far from home. It was also a success... and she really likes chicken, but broccoli, not so much.

I got a call yesterday, it was gram. she told me that the dog had gotten hit by a car and my dad was in the process of burying him. That was the third dog this year to die. I find myself wondering if there is a deeper hidden meaning involved in this... My dog died March 9. He had a stroke. My grandma's dog died April 1 of cancer. and now my sisters dog got hit by a car. I'm thinking this is a run of bad luck, and hoping that nothing more happens. We now have one dog left. Her name is Hannah, and she is like the energizer bunny. She keeps going and going, the never ending dog. She is epileptic, and has various other problems and yet she manages somehow to stay alive. The others were all seemingly healthy all their lives. It amazes me sometimes. This is kind of overwhelming me. I miss my dog, and Dozer dying is opening old wounds, that had not healed completely. How's that for a mood lifter?

Lastly this time, because I don't want to fill this with everything that is running through my head, but instead leave some for later, lastly I met someone. I'm not sure what else to say as the feeling is so new. I can't get him out of my head, and I don't seem to want to. I'm amazed by him. I'm captivated by him, smitten with him, and all around enjoy talking to him. I really don't know what else to say...

This post is full of information, a blend of good and bad. I'm not sure what you'll do with it, as I'm not entirely sure what to do myself...

My Adventures In House Sitting. Part Two

Maggie the dog likes me. She actually likes me. This morning when I let her out, she actually stood next to me while I opened the door, in lieu of hiding in the bedroom until the house sitting monster moved out of the way so she could run by in a cloud of dust and panic.

She also took food from me. Well not actually from me, she still won't take it out of my hand, but she took it when I set it down on the ground, also in lieu of the panicky-runny stuff she was doing. I think we are making progress. Perhaps a dog walk will be very possible in the immediate future. another day or so and we'll be swapping war stories over a pint of Haagen dazs. Strawberry of course. Or perhaps pomegranate?

Todays agenda entails a farmers market if I can find one, a relaxing trip to the beach, and dinner at some point. The menu tonight is as of now undecided.

My Adventures In House Sitting.

Today my uncle David and his girlfriend Laurie left for a two week vacation in Germany. I have been charged with house sitting, and caring for the dog Maggie, who I might add is terrified of me. this is a new thing. Dogs are never, ever terrified of me.

Let me start with a disclaimer... Maggie is a rescue dog, who for the first six months or more of her life lived on the streets of Fresno, California. She has every right to be terrified, but I simply do not like it. I consider myself a dog person. I have always had a dog. I have always been attracted to dogs, and they always always, even the skittish ones, come up and say hello. I think in my past life I may have been a dog. So the fact that maggie is terrified is a little unnerving. I informed her that she will have to come around or she is in for a terrible couple of weeks. I think that eventually my doggie charm will win her over, but in the mean time she runs when I get near, she won't take food from my hand, even I should mention a pork chop. I had to lay it on the ground and leave the room. She ate it and enjoyed it, but not while I was there. Right now she is in the kitchen eating the canned dog food I put out. I can hear her. she doesn't know it....

She peaks around the corner at me, but if I move she freaks out and does a cartoon type run where her feet are moving but her body is not, you know the kind, when the character takes off he is speeding. I hope we will come to an understanding. I hope in the end I will win out. I hope.

Otherwise, I am thoroughly enjoying the quiet. I don't get much quiet at home. I am also in full control of the remote and the radio station. I've had NPR on all morning. Earlier I was watching SpongeBob. I've also already done a load of laundry. I'm feeling very happy, and very productive. I've also been contemplating dinner. My uncle likes to cook, so he has a very well stocked kitchen. I'm not sure where I'll start, but I fully intend on utilizing all that I can. and perhaps enticing Maggie with some tasty morsels as well. This will be a good two weeks.