I love my mother.
I love my mother.
I love my mother.
I love my mother.
The $150 campus book store gift? Very helpful. Very, very helpful. I have 4 classes this semester. I got access to my two online classes at noon today. The books are listed for those classes, so I was able to run over to Amazon.com and get an idea of cost.
$163. For three books. $163 for books for
State and Local Government and Crisis Intervention. *whimper*
Consider the fact that one of my other classes is
Criminal Law. (I think the other is
Selected Topics in Criminal Justice, but I have no clue what that will entail.) I've still got much moola to spend.
They're trying to bankrupt me. Keep the poor man down. And I'm an in-state student, so it's much cheaper for me. And it's not like we're talking a university here. This is community college.
But let me extol the virtues of community college here for a moment. They tend to get a bum rap, but since enrolling at RCC I've seen something that makes them uniquely qualified in a way that big universities might not be. At a community college, most of the people teaching courses like criminal justice or in technical fields have real life experience. It's not just theory. We're talking practical application. I had professors at the university that talked about the importance of practical application over theory. And that was in public relations. But it's really apparent the need for people with real life experience in specific fields, and for that, you're most likely going to have to go to a community college.
So don't knock the community college when seeking an education. It's a valuable tool and worthy of consideration (especially monetarily).
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Vacation. Bah. Never again do I spend an entire week with family. 4 days tops (and that'll be in 10 years also).
The highlights (beyond Aunt Lois and her racist remarks):
- Coffee makes me vomit. Literally. Uncle does not drink caffinated coffee. We made him get us caffeine. Unfortunately, he only got coffee for Gran. No Cokes for me. I spent two days tolerating (albeit grudgingly) the coffee in the mornings because it was caffinated. Until Tuesday morning when I drank coffee then got sick. We got Cokes that night.
- It is possible for canaries to hate your guts. My uncle has two canaries, Sky and Lemon. Sky hates me. With a passion. She screams when I walk in the room. Lemon on the other hand rocks. She kicked Sky's ass. Literally.
- Dogs do not respond to laser pointers. Cats do, and love it. Birds on the other hand screech and scream and fall off their perches. Funny, but not something you ever repeat. Or tell the aunt about. (My uncle did it by the way. I didn't.)
- People who like cold weather should never live in the north, live in old houses, or be in control of the thermostat. My uncle's house (150-year-old house) stayed at around 62 during the day. The heat only came on at 6 in the morning. I went to sleep at night with flannel pants, a tank top and a sweatshirt on, under three blankets, then woke up at 6 throwing clothing to the wind.
- I ended up in Mass. several times, but alas it was never to cozy up to
queenofalostart.
- Yankee Candle may be a version of hell.
- Norman Rockwell ain't my cup of tea. BUT I like his work from the 60s. Most of his work is just blah to me, but things like
Christmas Eve in Bethlehem and
The Problem We All Live With just capture my attention.
The Problem We All Live With is my favorite of all his works. I bought a print of it, mounted and framed.
- Yankee Candle was hell, but it did yield some fun things. A Superman Christmas ornament. And a present toting Wolverine ornament. Hysterical folks. I actually almost snatched Supes out of some little boy's hands. And Wolvie...I found him about halfway through the store. That would be at the hour and a half mark. (Took 3 damn hours to get through that thing it was so huge.) I grabbed him and squealed at the fun to be had when I sent it to
haremmistressdd. Then I get up to the counter to pay at the end of the whole thing. I'm standing in line. Little plastic overpriced Supes decides to shove little plastic overpriced Wolvie out of my hands. Wolvie hits the floor and his arm breaks off. *sigh* I love ya DD, but no way in hell was I treking back through that joint for another. And no way in hell was I paying for a broke Wolvie. I placed Wolvie on the counter and politely explained "Superman beat him up." And no, I didn't pay for Wolvie. *g* But I did get Supes.