Chuckie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} enixmoogle) wrote,@ 2008-09-01 21:49:00 |
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First Week of School:
I've never been a "good student." I've been adequate. I've met basic expectations, I've completed assignments in the allotted time frame in which they are assigned, but very rarely do I go above and beyond what is expected of me. Not to say that I've never done so, but it's a rare occasion.
The last two semesters I've managed to make the Dean's list, something I would never have envisioned myself ever accomplishing. I've always scrapped by, sparks splashing, shards flying, as I've skitted over the line of "success." However if the graph was flipped, "failure" would have always been in arms reach.
I've thought about the changes in my attitude and habits that may have created this new buffer of success, but have yet to pin point it, leaving me to believe the answers lies in a number of places then any thing specific, but I'm living in fear knowing that school has restarted and I've only started doing homework yesterday. Thank god for Labor Day. Perhaps my buffer is luck.
Praise be to Yevon that most of my classes seem alright. British Literature and Shakespeare come off like exercise. I often hate the idea of doing the reading for them, but when I'm finished I can't help, but feel as though I've learned some valuable Truth. Magazine Writing and Poetry are both leading me to expect great things, and my poetry teacher reminds me of myself when he talks about the "Forms" and their distinction from "forms" of poetry. He also doesn't accept the author of any work to be the soul owner of what it is that they wrote. So I know will get along.
My Fifth class is Spanish 202 fulfilling a requirement I had already met while at the UofA, but their department doesn't compare '203' to '201 and 202' instead their native speakers must take '211 and 212.' So that was extremely frustrating to discover, but my teacher is so extremely flamboyant and dorky, that it almost feels as though Derek (H) is teaching me Spanish. So I don't mind.
Other then school I've spent a lot of time just buying things I've always wanted to have, but could never afford. I bought Mike's California King Size bed from him and I've never owned a bed larger then a twin so it's like, BOOM! I can lay on it from head to toe in ANY direction. I also bought myself a digital camera because I really don't have that many pictures of myself or my friends other then what I've posted on my MySpace or that they've posted on theirs. Picked up a copy of Wii Fit that I've only played twice, shame on me and then about $450 on text books, probably another $100 on school related supplies.
So yeah, I'm doing well, the quality of my life is significantly higher then it's ever been and I'm looking forward to people visiting me. I really should get to the books though, just figured a blog hadn't been posted for awhile. Really trying to get better about it, but life slips by.
I've never been a "good student." I've been adequate. I've met basic expectations, I've completed assignments in the allotted time frame in which they are assigned, but very rarely do I go above and beyond what is expected of me. Not to say that I've never done so, but it's a rare occasion.
The last two semesters I've managed to make the Dean's list, something I would never have envisioned myself ever accomplishing. I've always scrapped by, sparks splashing, shards flying, as I've skitted over the line of "success." However if the graph was flipped, "failure" would have always been in arms reach.
I've thought about the changes in my attitude and habits that may have created this new buffer of success, but have yet to pin point it, leaving me to believe the answers lies in a number of places then any thing specific, but I'm living in fear knowing that school has restarted and I've only started doing homework yesterday. Thank god for Labor Day. Perhaps my buffer is luck.
Praise be to Yevon that most of my classes seem alright. British Literature and Shakespeare come off like exercise. I often hate the idea of doing the reading for them, but when I'm finished I can't help, but feel as though I've learned some valuable Truth. Magazine Writing and Poetry are both leading me to expect great things, and my poetry teacher reminds me of myself when he talks about the "Forms" and their distinction from "forms" of poetry. He also doesn't accept the author of any work to be the soul owner of what it is that they wrote. So I know will get along.
My Fifth class is Spanish 202 fulfilling a requirement I had already met while at the UofA, but their department doesn't compare '203' to '201 and 202' instead their native speakers must take '211 and 212.' So that was extremely frustrating to discover, but my teacher is so extremely flamboyant and dorky, that it almost feels as though Derek (H) is teaching me Spanish. So I don't mind.
Other then school I've spent a lot of time just buying things I've always wanted to have, but could never afford. I bought Mike's California King Size bed from him and I've never owned a bed larger then a twin so it's like, BOOM! I can lay on it from head to toe in ANY direction. I also bought myself a digital camera because I really don't have that many pictures of myself or my friends other then what I've posted on my MySpace or that they've posted on theirs. Picked up a copy of Wii Fit that I've only played twice, shame on me and then about $450 on text books, probably another $100 on school related supplies.
So yeah, I'm doing well, the quality of my life is significantly higher then it's ever been and I'm looking forward to people visiting me. I really should get to the books though, just figured a blog hadn't been posted for awhile. Really trying to get better about it, but life slips by.
