In a recent conversation with a friend from the warm areas of the country, I got to pondering an intriguing question: which to prefer? The blizzardy bitter cold of the Midwest, with its warm but not scorching summers and all four seasons, OR, the searing heat over-100-degrees-on-a-regular-basis but nicely warm during the "winter" of the Nevada/Arizona/New Mexico area?
I like myself a good snow fort.
Hell, I even go ice skating from time to time.
But seriously, can't we all live without the friggin' scraping of ice and snow that couldn't possibly have accumulated since the last time it was done, a mere 2 hours before?
However, given my inclination to all things sunburn, I don't know how I'd fare in another place. And, there's the hot/humid combination. You all know my hair goes all Diana Ross when it's that particular combo of elements (re: Nat - remember my night in Tampa? Ybor City + Di = scary Diana Ross impersonator mixin' it up with thugs near da clubs).
Plus, do they even have cheese curds in Vegas or Phoenix?
Friday, September 30, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Week 1 Done: Still Alive
OK, so now that the first week of school is over, and I find I am still able to draw breath into my body, I should update the ol' blog. For all 5 people who read it. But whateva!
School is off to a bang. I have all interior design classes this quarter, which makes my life easier. I also have 35-36 students in each of those classes....yikes!! But it's not so bad, as most of them are fairly mellow females, and the classroom I'm in can accommodate that many bodies fairly well.
So there's always a caboose on the train, of course. Like 4th hour, a girl who sits right in front, flips open her cell phone "to check the time" every few minutes. No recognition of the HUGE CLOCK RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER ON THE WALL. But please, yes, let's have a stupid ass power struggle over the cell phone. Because apparently she cannot read an analog clock.
Or maybe the girls in 2nd hour, 3 of whom I switched into different seats after Day 1 showed them to be vicious in proximity to one another. Catfight potential? Perhaps. I better not wear any big earrings or things that could get pulled, just in case.
But overall, not too bad. I ask you: Did we notice these things when we were in school? The undercurrents, the petty I-don't-want-to-sit-by-her-because-fill-in-the-reason-here, the whining, the defiance? Or were we all just too damn good for our own good?
School is off to a bang. I have all interior design classes this quarter, which makes my life easier. I also have 35-36 students in each of those classes....yikes!! But it's not so bad, as most of them are fairly mellow females, and the classroom I'm in can accommodate that many bodies fairly well.
So there's always a caboose on the train, of course. Like 4th hour, a girl who sits right in front, flips open her cell phone "to check the time" every few minutes. No recognition of the HUGE CLOCK RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER ON THE WALL. But please, yes, let's have a stupid ass power struggle over the cell phone. Because apparently she cannot read an analog clock.
Or maybe the girls in 2nd hour, 3 of whom I switched into different seats after Day 1 showed them to be vicious in proximity to one another. Catfight potential? Perhaps. I better not wear any big earrings or things that could get pulled, just in case.
But overall, not too bad. I ask you: Did we notice these things when we were in school? The undercurrents, the petty I-don't-want-to-sit-by-her-because-fill-in-the-reason-here, the whining, the defiance? Or were we all just too damn good for our own good?
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