I have a blog?

Good blogs are supposed to be updated more than once a month? Ooops…

I would like to say that I have been busy, but that would be a lie. A big, convoluted lie. So, instead, I admit that I have been so busy with being lazy that I have not updated my blog.

Now that I have less time on my hands my blog will be updated more often. Odd, huh?

The Move

Oh, it has been busy. My lack of posts is the result of a big move.

Readers, welcome to Oregon =D

New posts to come…

Write to Face the Monster

Ever notice that it is easier to write when you are in a gloomy mood? The words fall out of your fingertips and onto the page without much effort. Your head is so clouded with thoughts that writing seems like the only way to clear the fog. With each key stroke, with each click-click, with each character, you feel your load lighten.

Your mind starts to clear. Thoughts are more coherent. If you pay enough attention, you can sift through the remaining haze to uncover what is really bothering you. In that moment, you find peace.

Peace. Not because you have solved the problem. Not because the problem is trivial. The sense of calm comes from knowing what issue you need to address—knowing that piece of information means that half the struggle is over.

It is easier to face a monster when you know what to look for.

Teachers, Growls, and Toads

It is one of those days. One of those days. Everything is irksome. Anyone who crosses my path is bound to stir me into an argument or make me grind my teeth with frustration.*Grrrrowl*

I had an English teacher  in High School who would actually say “Growl” when she was upset. Forgot to do your homework? Growl. Misplaced a comma? Growl. Need to use the restroom again? Growl. It was quite comical to hear. She was so small and kind-faced that new students never expected her to get angry, yet alone growl. She also liked to call people toads. Don’t ask me why.

Despite her quirky sayings, she was one of my favorite teachers. Since then, I have only run across a few other teachers that I liked as much. College presented a wider pool of educators, but some were certainly less amiable than others. I had my share of Professors who were so driven to conduct research that they only put up with classes/students because they had to; some of them were not meant to teach. In one lower-division class I learned more from my T.A. than from the Professor. No joke… the dude without the Ph. D. taught me more.

I do not want to put the system to shame, though. I also had plenty of great Professors who were dedicated to the subject area and imparted knowledge with ease.

Yes, this post is heading somewhere. *Growl* Psha…. Toad.

I just finished grad school applications. For the packet of application info, I needed to include references from teachers. One Professor, who agreed to submit a letter on by behalf, turned out to be a huuuuge let down. Lucky for me, I knew she might be a disappointment so I was able to get an additional recommendation from another source.

The let down Professor agreed to write a letter, but she had all these stipulations. I meet her requests with alacrity. I emailed to keep in touch. She replied with a blanket “students requesting letters” email… failing to address my situation specific questions. Awesome. The blanket email says everything is done. Yet, the letter has only just reached the letter service which I am to have the letter sent to separate institutions from. Thanks. The letter needs to reach the final destination is two days. Cheers. Is she at all aware of the cost for me to send this materials at the last minute?

*Growl. Growl. Growl.* What a toad.