2/5 Ain't Bad

My 8 AM class was cancelled; my 11 AM class was cancelled; my 5 PM class is a film fest. That is all well and good. But why is the Prof from my 3:30 PM class, who had previously cancelled our class, coming into the class that is watching a movie? I think she is planning on having her class after we get done watching this movie. Is this allowed?

I was on a field trip from 5:20 AM until almost 5 PM yesterday. We went to Humboldt High School in Saint Paul. I guess the planners of this program felt that we needed to get an experience in at an inner-city school. It was probably for all the white folks who were unaware that african folks and asian folks happen to make up most of the population in some schools.
Talking with the kids was nice, re-realizing how bastardly some high school sophmores are, eating school lunch again was fabulous, and bus sleeping is fun, but I didn't get much else out of the whole thing.
Oh, getting up at 4 AM is neato, I hadn't done that in a while.

Huh, people just got up and started leaving. I guess if she intends to instruct, it will be with a significantly reduced class. I will wait it out since I have nothing to do until open swim at 7 PM.

I am starting to actually use my student athletic fee. Weight rooms, swimming pool, gym, and all that other good stuff.

Umm...I am leaving now.

Peace.

A note: the time on this post is way off, I opened it up a while ago and never typed anything. It is currently 5:08 PM.

Back with the bad habits.

Umm....so this is what it took to get me back to writing on here: an all-nighter to finish a paper on a Sunday. Wait, did I say finish? Start, lay-out, revise, finish-up, proofread. Perhaps I should get started. I have read a great deal for this one. So I am ahead of the game in that respect. We all know that the crap can spill forth from me at will, so the writing shouldn't be an issue once I really kick it in gear around 5 AM.
Does anyone have a good way of getting me to not do this anymore? I think the only thing that could push me to it would be if I knew that I got anything in return for getting excellent grades. I will probably still get a low A for this still unwritten paper, but I think the school could get a bit better effort out of me if they offered me some financial incentive. I know I shouldn't do things for money, but the best way to get me to do the crap I wouldn't otherwise bother with is to...umm...show me the money (I get corny around three AM).
Right now, I make the Dean's list and it doesn't get me crap. Last semester I didn't even know that I had made it until I was making up a resume and thought that would make a decent stat padder (for an unpaid position, ha). Other than that, I get nothing from it, and it isn't likely that a public high school is going to offer me another 5 grand in the future for making the Dean's list one less time. What would I do it for? It doesn't prove anything to make it. I know what I am capable of, and I have no desire to impress people with such things. Is that an impressive thing? I guess I don't even know that much. I bet old people dig it, and I think my grandmother and the McDougals still check the paper for it. But, other than that, what do you have for me.
I guess I'll just have to resign myself to doing it for the old folks.

I can tell you about the one thing that I am enjoying about this semester of school, my field experience. I do some tutoring on Wednesday morns at the Winona Middle School and spend 3.5 hours in Saint Charles Public High School every Wednesday and Friday (that works conveniently around my practice hours). I would probably do it on Monday afternoons too, but I can't justify the extra gas costs when I am already going there a couple more hours a week than I am supposed to.
At the middle school I tutor Tyler. Good kid, little bit on the lazy and easily distracted side when it comes to getting work done. Who knew that kids still played those Magic the Gathering card/war games (they probably have a new name for them now, but it is the same thing)? Anyway, all I do is make sure that he gets his homework done, finish up any work he has left with him, and play chess if we have time (we both are no good; makes for a spectacular match-up). I should find a way to get more involved in this program. If I didn't have class on Tues and Thurs 'til 7 PM I would just go in on those afternoons. Perhaps there is something else to be done on Mondays. I'll get back to you on that.

Hmm...it seems that this post has stretched on long enough. I will have to hit you folks (if there are any of you left after my vacation) up with part deux when I am next awake, probably sometime on Wednesday. The things from SCHS (highlight: I choke a kid in a ten-finger guillotine and he thinks it is a grand ol' time) should be most entertaining, at least, I am capable of making them appear so.

Oh, my paper is all about form and Modernist techniques in Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. You would all find it most enjoyable if you had ever read the tale.

Peace.

R.I.P. Kyle Putzier

Live, Learn. Ludicrous.

For the past five nights or so I have been performing a wonderful little experiment. The science lover in me is coming alive (I am still trying to justify my ACT scores, hehe, they don't know crap).
I knew that I would be spending Wednesday evening (last night) in the Twin Cities. The reason for my trip up was to see the inaugural MMA show at the Myth nightclub. Good venue, few thousand people, and plenty of good seats. If all goes as planned, I will be fighting there March 8th.
Anyway, back to the experiment. I knew that I would only have a few hours of sleep and I know that experts advise that a person should make sure to make up for all sleep lost by sleeping extra on the follow nights. I wonder if it was possible to make up that sleep beforehand.
So, for the four nights prior to the fight night, I made sure to get extra rest, including ten hours of sleep on Tuesday night. I figured that I had made up for at least five missed hours of sleep.
The end of the night came, I got back to Eyota at about 2:30 AM and headed to bed after reading the newspaper. I got up past my alarm time and barely made it back to Winona for my 8 AM class. Now, I feel like crap. I fell asleep in one class (granted, the movie on multiple intelligences wasn't that interesting).
This proves, definitively, that pre-event sleep banking is impossible. All it does is get the body used to getting generous amounts of sleep. It is actually worse for a person than just going about the regular schedule.
I despise this silly body that I occupy. But at least I have good genes.

Also, my keys are in a car in Zumbrota, my truck is in Rochester, and I am in Winona with my coach's car. Good stuff.

I got my assignment for Field Experience in Education 305. I will be spending a few afternoons a week in the classroom of Mike Smith at St. Charles High School. Bernie Wegman knows that man, he has been around for a while and is supposed to be a good fella.
I am looking forward to this activity as much as one can look forward to something that will make him horribly busy and boost his gas bill considerably. Dadgumit.

Also, according to Discover magazine, redheads have a 25% higher pain tolerance than the rest of us. This explains so much about Mark Storm.

Peace.