andave's place

Everyone is outside, playing capture-the-flag until midnight for homecoming. I want to go play, but I'm sick, and I know if I DO go outside I'll fall apart tomorrow.

I feel so guilty, too. A friend is going to take my breakfast shift tomorrow so I can sleep in, so I offered to take her shift on Saturday - not realizing that Saturday is two days away, and it's the day of the thingy for homecoming. We're officially opening the new Barbara Hodel Center (it's awesome!) and we're having Dr. James Dobson of Focus on the Family speaking. So she realized that I meant NEXT Saturday and was absolutely fine with it... I feel like a jerk. I'm buying her chocolate tomorrow, and taking her shift ASAP.

OOOH! We officially opened the new coffeeshop on campus last night. It's AMAZING. It's kind of African themed, with paintings of African wildlife that Dr. Walker's (college president) mother donated. There's lots of cool places to sit, and even a stage...oh, I can see lots of amazing things in the future for this college...

hum.

ooh, I turned in my first research paper. I got SO FRUSTRATED. Over this semester I've gone like this with this class and professor. When I first met him I thought...oh, no biggie. I'm good at writing, and he's an easy-going guy...

NOT.

He's one of those fierce graders.

So for the research paper (which is 35% of the grade) he is taking off 20 points for any formatting errors. If we miss one period at the end of a footnote (or if it's many major errors all over the place) we get 20 points off. Yep.

So I finished my paper, and in interests of prudence I get my roommie to read it over and tell me what she thinks before I print it off.

So about an hour before class, I went to print it.

We didn't have black ink in our printer, so I emailed it to myself to print it at the library.

The library computer messed up the stupid formatting.

My friend's computer messes up the formatting.

Another friend's computer messes up the formatting.

By this time I gotta go to class. I take my laptop and tell him what's up. He refuses to let me email my brilliant paper to him, saying he has to have a hard copy.

Yet another classmate takes a stab at it. He prints it off and his didn't mess up the formatting as much - but it was still messed up.

I was done. I took it to him, and told him how it was messed up.

He told me he'd have to look the paper over before he could tell me whether or not i got docked the dratted twenty points.

And now, at his class today (I still don't know my grade), he told an absolutely ghastly story that did absolutely nothing to change my low opinion of him.
When his kid was 11, he gave him the lawnmower and told him that a) he could make as much money off it as he wanted and b)he would pay for the gas b/c his kid would mow the lawn.
He then proceeded to watch for two hours (exulting in his new freedom from lawnmowing) as the poor kid, sniffling because he has no idea HOW to mow the lawn, pushes the thing around. After that, he takes him outside again "two or three times" to point out the places he missed.
All this in order to teach the poor kid that things worked better if the kid "has a plan."
Well honestly. Progressivist.

Hehe. Well, that's all for now. Gosh, I sound really grumpy, don't I? Don't mind me. I've actually discovered that by the grace of God I'm quite the optimist .