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| It is I, May 2012. |
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| Meanwhile last year in May. |
Instead of completing a 1000 word analysis on student learning, tonight will be the night when my writer’s block is no longer blocked. Well, maybe just for tonight. This is the final week of semester 1 for uni and yes I’m eagerly finishing off remaining assessments before the beginning of SWOT VAC next week (otherwise known as “dead week” in the US and Canada). Funny how the Scottish use “Swot” as “to sweat” but what does it mean to us Aussie kids? According to Wikipedia, it is an abbreviation for Study WithOut Teachers and Vac is short for vacation. Wow. Look at the irony of those two words. I have a sudden rush of hype just now, perhaps this is the Very Vanilla Chiller with a shot of coffee I consumed seven hours ago from Gloria Jeans. Keep in mind that I'm not a regular coffee drinker. Speaking of Gloria Jeans, I’ve been there for the past three Monday afternoons. I really want to try out the Italian Soda they have up on the board. It’s not actually the sweet taste I enjoy from soda/soft drinks; it’s the carbonated fizzy sensation on the tip of my tongue. Would anyone like to try it with me? I actually just want a sip, not really the whole $3.10 small cup thing. No I don’t actually take drugs and I’m not intoxicated by alcohol right now. One classmate asked me if I didn’t drink due to religious reasons. Nope, that’s why we call it the “Asian Flush”. I can count how many drinks I’ve had actually in my lifetime.
- A couple of nasty sips at the dinner table with families.
- Half a cup of rice wine to celebrate the end of Semester 1 exams last year.
- One shot of Soju at a Korean bbq function. I could have gone for another shot, but I wasn’t going to test my alcohol tolerance with an 8am lecture the following morning.
That’s about it really about me and alcohol. I need more clothes. I have two closets full of clothes that stand before me every morning and I see nothing. NOTHING. I want new jeans. I want more tops, especially oversized ones that droop all the way past your bottom. I’m pretty self - conscious around that area. It's like almost a dress shirt, I think they’re cute and comfortable. I also think I’m the only person who doesn't own a chiffon top with no sleeves. I don’t have maroon jeans either. Both of these items are moderately expensive. I’ll definitely purchase something after my exams. I’m setting a day for DFO Southwarf. No one can stop me, not that anyone will. I know a few who would be amazed to see me pull out my wallet at times.
Been super increasingly envious of P plate drivers over the past few months, more so than I did last year when most people have just gotten them. I’m stuck on 14 hours lodged in my log book, okay…13.5 hours. I’ve actually done more than that, I swear! All those 5 – 10 minute road trips around town have not been recorded. I’m not a consistent driver. At times I’ll be really, really good with no bumps or times where I’d zone out at traffic lights. Then there are those moments where you just want to turn off the engine, pull out the keys, get out of the car and let someone else take over the wheel because you were this close in paying compensation. Parking gives me a headache too. I’ve got a driving instructor’s business card stuck to my fridge. I hope this new one (and cheaper might I add) doesn’t give me scratch marks on my wrist like the last one. I’m clocking up my hours this winter holidays – boot camp style. I want my P’s. I’m giving myself till the end of the year. The streets need another emotionally unstable short Asian female driver.
Emotionally unstable. Emotions. Just going back to uni, I’ve got about three weeks left to study. The Psychology exam is worth 50% to my final grade and my Physiology exam is worth 30%. Once I’ve completed this week’s demand of online quizzes, in – semester test and group presentations; I’ll be actually eager to get cracking on these two subjects. I don’t have an exam for Education. Education is a new subject and language to me. I mean seriously, your mind would have been blown too if you were asked “How do you learn?” in the first lecture. Then you'd have to write up a 2,000 word response to it worthy of 50% for the semester. That’s education for you. I’m going to start looking for Community Placements in Semester 2 soon. That’s where my next Professional Practice will take place. My first pre – service teacher experience was at a primary school last month. I should finish the essay for that. Should. I’ll be sure to blog about my experience in detail on another night. Maybe for my community placement I could observe Pregnancy classes – how they teach mums to be, to be mums - or watch kids during swimming lessons? I’ll start looking at learning centres first in my local area.
So I’ve written 857 words in a speed of light. Everything from my brain is pouring out tonight. No I lied, not really everything. There is something, more specifically, someone. It’s the first time I’ve mentioned about it here, which is something that has been going on for about two and a half months now. I know why I’ve refrained myself from writing about it. Looking back at my past posts, there are two main themes that lie common when it comes to being “in like” with someone. Firstly, there’ll be a post where I’m really happy. I’ll talk about all the cute things he does and everything in between that just makes me stupidly happy. Secondly, that person will leave and my writing soon becomes bitter and angry. This time I’m more careful. I don’t know what’s going to happen; if life has taught me one thing it’s that you should never expect so much. People leave and grow apart. I don’t know where this may lead to. I’m not going to pressure myself into believing something that may not even happen. Sometimes I’m pushing myself away from him for days. I’m scared to get close and I know he’s scared too. We’re like two lambs, if anything is abruptly towards us, we're going to run. Give us time, be patient and let things fall together. What am I saying? Have my soliloquy gone too crazy with absurd analogies? Right now I’m quite content with the way he treats me.
Oh my legs…I’ve made them numb. I have a habit of crossing my legs together while at the desk. Apparently it’s not entirely a good thing. Not only will I restrict a certain minute amount of blood flow function, it’s not the best sitting position to give your brain more thinking power. You should instead have your both feet flat on the floor. Okay. 1,169 words for this post tonight. When your assignments and exams are to be everything, I tend to horribly give everything else more potential. If you've made it this far, you’ve practically read my mind on this Monday ni-…oh nope, Tuesday morning. Thank you.
Good morning readers, I hope you all have a lovely day.
The month in five photos:
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| Rainy bus rides home. |
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| This egg and bacon muffin tastes like cardboard :( |
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This is Robbie.
Cousin Wesley has been bringing his new puppy to our place for a couple of weeks now. It's only four months old and bites everything in sight. Our family can never stay mad at it though. |
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New baby notebook!
I'm perving again. |
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Started Project 365
Take a picture every day of the year, become a better photographer and never forget a day in your life. |
