It was a Shepard boy, three wise men and.......a big fat lazy cat, that were at the manger.
I have bags of frozen black bananas in my freezer.
On purpose.
One of these days I intend to make banana bread.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
The Results Are In
I have always liked going to school. I'm not super smart. I'd say, maybe slightly above average smart. I had to take notes. I had to study. Some. And I got A's and B's. (Mostly. We won't talk about the D in high school Geometry.)
Even after high school. I liked going to college. I had to takes notes. I had to study. Some. And I got A's and B's. (Mostly. We won't talk about the summer I took two History classes ITV. That was the late 80's version of 'on line'- renting VHS tapes with recorded lessons-and then going to the school to take a test. C. Didn't watch the tapes until the day before the test was due.)
Well, that was college in my 20's and early 30's.
College in my mid 40's? A slightly different story, I have discovered.
I don't enjoy it as much. Now it feels like work and before it didn't. I have to take notes. I have to make vocabulary lists. I have to study. A lot. I have to go to the school labs for extra tutoring. I to take practice tests. I have a hard time remembering stuff on tests. I stressed out before every test because I was afraid I was going to fail.
It makes me feel old and I don't like that.
I started out just going because of grant money being available. Then I found out half way through that because of the number of credit hours I have (a lot, but varied and no degree) that I couldn't get financial aid. I decided that was ok, I wanted to get a degree anyway.
Then I sat down and figured out exactly what it would take for a bachelors in Accounting. It would take maybe 7 or 8 years. And another math class. And economics. And statistics.
With all the trouble I was having with algebra, I doubted my ability to take those kind of classes. And 7 or 8 years? I'd prefer to be retired by that time.
So I decided I wasn't going to do it. I was done with school for good. I was probably going to fail algebra anyway.
I've known my Accounting grade along the way because the instructor posts everything on line. 89 on the final, 98 overall. But Algebra? No idea. Test #1-83, #2-73, #3-75. I turned in all my homework assignments. But that final.
Well.
I got a C.
Hmm. I'm average. I may be ok with that.
7 or 8 years, huh? That's not that bad.
Maybe.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Brrr
I learned this morning, when it is very cold and you don't want to take your gloves off, that it is possible to operate an iPhone with the tip of your nose.
Monday, December 5, 2011
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