I hope this finds you all well. I just got my packet response back last night and it wasn’t all bad. The parts that she thought needed work were things that I always struggle with on first drafts, so that’s a good things. Well, it’s a good thing insofar that I was not surprised by any of her comments, but maybe since I knew that those were areas I needed to work on I should have done more editing before I sent it off. Oh well.
The type of feedback that I got was something that my writing has always needed, but I have never found someone other than my undergrad teacher (bless his heart) who would take the time to critique it in the way I needed. Now that I have that connection I can’t wait to see how I will grow.
I have been pleasantly surprised how much improvement I’ve already seen in my writing since I turned the first packet in. I think since I have time that I can devote to just working on my writing I’ve been seeing improvements faster than I imagined. Writing as always been my passion, but it has always been something I’ve had to put on the back burner because of school and life, as I’m sure other people understand all too well.
Being in this program for even this short amount of time has really solidified the fact that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. There have been times when I’ve been reading school work and suddenly think, “Oh, shoot I need to be doing something more useful with my time instead of leisure reading”, but then I realize that this work that I’m enjoying so much is what I should be spending my time on. Quite a moment of revelation.
Basically, school and education are the best things ever so long as you find your obsession!
Happy Friday, dear readers!
So, I sent in my first packet of work for my teacher to review. I’m super nervous because I don’t think it is the best work I could have provided, but I wasn’t sure how to change it to make it better, so I just sent it in the way it was. I wouldn’t say it’s horrible, but there are areas of the story that I think are really weak. Hopefully she’ll have some really helpful ideas that will make the story better.
In the meantime I’m working on the reading for the paper I have to write, and the book that I’m reading is probably one of the more dense and difficult books I’ve ever read. It’s The Obscene Bird of Night by Jose Donoso, and I don’t think it has ever taken me this long to read a book. He has sentences in here that go on for pages. My humble mind has a hard time following such in depth stream-of-conscious narration. It’s phenomenal, and I think that if I read it maybe five or six more times I might start to understand the deeper nuances of the book, but for right now I kind of feel like I’m getting battered around by this book. You should all try and read it if you crave a challenge. It certainly is that.
On an entirely different note we may be getting a puppy. Probably not too soon, maybe in the next couple of weeks, but the lady that we’ve been talking to about her dogs said that she would have a litter ready around Christmas time. Originally, that was fine with us because it would give us plenty of time to puppy proof our apartment. However, she emailed us a few days ago saying that she has a little boy that no one claimed and wanted to know if we wanted a puppy sooner. So, we’re driving up to meet the lady and the puppy this weekend to see if it’s something we want to try and do. Before anyone freaks out and says that I’m not thinking this through enough, let me assure you, I don’t make big decisions like this without taking a great deal of time to weigh both the pros and the cons of every situation.
The only thing I’m really worried about it I hope we don’t terrorize our cat too much. He can be really shy and skittish when he first encounters something new, but once he realizes that it isn’t going to eat him he usually warms up to change rather well.I imagine that when he does get used to having a puppy in the apartment, whether we get one in a few weeks or around Christmas time, that they will become the dastardly duo. Lord help our little apartment when that day comes.
Anyhow, this has been an insanely long post, but I hope I didn’t bore you all to death. Sometimes my calm life turns exciting, and this seems to be one of those times. I usually don’t have this much to talk about.
Well, happy Friday! Have a great weekend, dear readers!
So I’ve been doing all of my school work on lined paper for the past few days because the processor went out on my laptop. It was an older computer, so I don’t feel too bad, but I hate buying new things.
Luckily, Google made Chromebooks that are cheap, and exactly what I need: something that has a word processor, music, and the internet. I’m still getting used to the keyboard which has different spacing, but it’s already miles better than my old laptop. My old one used to heat up so much that it burned your skin if you touched it.
This one has yet to do that.
I’m getting slightly stressed with my deadline coming up, but I think I’ll have everything done in time.
I hope you all had a lovely Friday!
So, here’s the thing, if you don’t want to listen to a rant that’s pretty much what this post is.
You have been warned.
I know I should be forever thankful that I have a job. It’s been ingrained in me by countless family members that even if you hate the job at least you have one. Yes, although I may not like the fact that the world runs on money it is a fact of life. When I come home and I’m mad at basically everything because my job is demeaning and the customers we draw in have a tendency to be very rude then I start to wonder if I really should be grateful.
Yes, I’ll only be working there for eight more months, and as my coworker sometimes irritatingly mentions that I don’t work very much, I feel guilty for being frustrated. The fact is all the workers are frustrated, and there are times when we take it out on each other without meaning to. I know that if I do what I have to in the early game I’ll be able to do what I want to later in life, but that just seems like it leads to a bunch of bitter in-dept young people who have degrees that they would like to use but aren’t able to in the way they’d like.
There was a point when I liked my job. It was the honeymoon phase of my barista career, and it lasted maybe four months. Now, there really isn’t anything that makes me look forward to going to work. It used to be the friends I’d made there, but they are all getting different jobs, and as much as I’d like to find one too I’m only going to be in Seattle for 8 more months and not many people are willing to hire for that short of time.
So, I’ve dug myself into a ditch. I’ve shackled myself to the job because I was so worried about not having one when we moved here that I took the first one that came my way. I love the friends I’ve made, and I genuinely hope that we stay friends after I leave, but hopefully we won’t have to work together anymore…at least not where we currently work.
So, I posted three times this week including today’s post! Wow. More than I expected, and since (obviously from the title) my parents are flying in this afternoon this is more of a “hello, I hope you all are doing well” post than a serious post.
My dad has never been to Seattle so we’re going to have to do all of the touristy things while they are here.
I really want my parents to try all the great food Seattle has to offer. Colorado has nothing on the diversity here (both in food and in culture).
So, I hope everyone is having a great Friday!