matriculation: to enroll as a member of a body and especially of a college or university
Hi world.
Just wanted to check in and let you know that my degree plan was
accepted and my project proposal approved. Officially my degree is now a
MA in Informal Learning and Agency in Organizations, my project
is going to be an ethnographic/communicative evaluation of the
training/development model for referee certification within the Women's
Flat Track Derby Association.
Took a year to sort all the parts out, but I am anxious (typical) and excited (aren't those the same thing?)!
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
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10/20/11
on my mind...
Grad school is not necessarily academically rigorous, but instead mind-numbingly time consuming. Something needs to give. I cannot keep working 40 hours and trying to do school on top of it all.
And the cherry garnish, you ask? Well that comes in the flavor of being perpetually sick with step throat. The folks at urgent care on Broadway know me by name now. Pretty sure they think I'm dealing antibiotics or something nefarious.
And the cherry garnish, you ask? Well that comes in the flavor of being perpetually sick with step throat. The folks at urgent care on Broadway know me by name now. Pretty sure they think I'm dealing antibiotics or something nefarious.
9/28/11
maffick
maffick: to celebrate with boisterous rejoicing and hilarious behavior; "Maffick" is an alteration of Mafeking Night, the British celebration of
the lifting of the siege of a British military outpost during the South
African War at the town of Mafikeng (also spelled Mafeking) on May 17,
1900
Ugh. These feelings I am having, they are abstruse at best. I should be rejoicing, celebrating the accomplishment of getting into grad school, relishing the opportunities that now lie before me. But in all honesty, there is something missing. The same "keep your nose to the grind stone" motivation that got me through my undergraduate program seems to be exhausted. I used it all up during the last four, no, the last sixteen years of my academic life.
Now I'm in Seattle, on the UW campus for orientation. It's grey and everything is so...underwhelming...so underwhelming, in fact, that it seems to be overwhelming. That's paradoxical, I know, but I'll go with it anyway. The golden question is, how long will it take me to make it though this degree? Double ugh.
On the upside of things, Nancy and her husband, Colin let me stay with them for the extended weekend. I ate chicken curry, spoke a little Spanish, went to rainy soccer practice, and got lectured in a British accent (Colin is verbose, quite like myself, and it was less of a lecture and more of advice, I suppose). I bought them a stunning orchid as thanks for their hospitality.
Ugh. These feelings I am having, they are abstruse at best. I should be rejoicing, celebrating the accomplishment of getting into grad school, relishing the opportunities that now lie before me. But in all honesty, there is something missing. The same "keep your nose to the grind stone" motivation that got me through my undergraduate program seems to be exhausted. I used it all up during the last four, no, the last sixteen years of my academic life.
Now I'm in Seattle, on the UW campus for orientation. It's grey and everything is so...underwhelming...so underwhelming, in fact, that it seems to be overwhelming. That's paradoxical, I know, but I'll go with it anyway. The golden question is, how long will it take me to make it though this degree? Double ugh.
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| see? Grey, I told you, everything is grey, stupid Puget Sound |
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| This is my future: cat-eyed glasses and a beehive! |
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| Okay, sometimes it's not grey |
On the upside of things, Nancy and her husband, Colin let me stay with them for the extended weekend. I ate chicken curry, spoke a little Spanish, went to rainy soccer practice, and got lectured in a British accent (Colin is verbose, quite like myself, and it was less of a lecture and more of advice, I suppose). I bought them a stunning orchid as thanks for their hospitality.
9/22/11
neologism
neologism: a newly coined word or expression, rising in use
I started reading my first assignment for LIS (Library and Information Science) 510 this morning, and already, I have reservation, contestations even, with the first sentence. THE VERY FIRST SENTENCE of my graduate education, and I already have issues. Oh boy, oh bother. Here's my rant, hopefully, getting it off my chest will allow me to move on and finish reading this stupid article...
Yeah okay, we get it. You are smart, and are a doctoral student, and wrote this fancy pants article. But seriously?! "Necessitatean" is not a word. Probably never will be. I mean, what the fuck does it even mean? You could have just said "made necessary." I even looked in the latin dictionary. It's not in there. You can't just make up words! What merit badge allows you to do that in a scholarly article? Only children who are confused about the past tense and grammatical structure of modern English do that. You are being a child! Or are you? Fine, make up your own words. Go right ahead. Maybe I'm just jealous. humpf. Whatever. "Necessitatean" is not a word! bottom line.
I started reading my first assignment for LIS (Library and Information Science) 510 this morning, and already, I have reservation, contestations even, with the first sentence. THE VERY FIRST SENTENCE of my graduate education, and I already have issues. Oh boy, oh bother. Here's my rant, hopefully, getting it off my chest will allow me to move on and finish reading this stupid article...
Yeah okay, we get it. You are smart, and are a doctoral student, and wrote this fancy pants article. But seriously?! "Necessitatean" is not a word. Probably never will be. I mean, what the fuck does it even mean? You could have just said "made necessary." I even looked in the latin dictionary. It's not in there. You can't just make up words! What merit badge allows you to do that in a scholarly article? Only children who are confused about the past tense and grammatical structure of modern English do that. You are being a child! Or are you? Fine, make up your own words. Go right ahead. Maybe I'm just jealous. humpf. Whatever. "Necessitatean" is not a word! bottom line.
5/26/11
tersely
tersely: brief and to the point; effectively concise
hmm, wish I could do things tersely. but no.
I’d rather not talk about moving to Boise. Too stressful. So, let’s give "tersely" a shot and leave it at, I ate a really delicious salad from hotel room service and I, for the first time in my life, experienced two thoughts at once.
oh. no. I feel a loquacious ramble coming on...
That being said, I am safe and soundly moved into a house and am working my old job at Albertsons until I find a better paying position with a more consistent schedule.
Dun dun dun. I got a phone call from the Lt. at McCord Air Force base today. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I’ve got options. So, pretty much he told me that I am a strong candidate, except for my AFOQT scores are a little low and that I am a little young to have been selected. He let me know that with only a 9% selection rate, candidates who get selected are usually in their mid to late twenties and already have some managerial experience. So needless to say, I was not selected for this year’s officer training board.
This, although disappointing, does not mean the end of the world. The application process alone has made me reconsider, and to some extent solidify, my values. I’ve realized that I need and want a career in uniform (not necessarily military, but along the same lines) and that I am young and should seek more life-experience and world travel with a purpose. So as for my options, I can retake the AFOQT and reapply in any of the coming years. But, I think my game plan has shifted now. It’s not necessarily plan B…more like plan ½ of A. I am moving to Boise and starting graduate school in the fall and will use the next two to three years to earn my MLIS, gain managerial/leadership experience, and well, shenanigan-around and about. I’ve been so driven the last few years that I think it’s high time to take more unexpected opportunities. When I informed my sister of this, she said, “Please don’t get pregnant.” Don’t worry, I have no plans of pregnancy (at least not until I am well into my 30’s and maybe even indefinitely- don’t tell my mother). And that’s not what I mean anyway. What I mean is that I need time to dick around. I need to skate derby, sit on the roof with a lawn chair and fireworks, knit-bomb*, giggle at my siblings when they’ve had too many twisted-teas, have absurd conversations with my niece about anything and everything, bake cookies at one am in the morning and burn the char that has been building up like black guck on the sides of my brain these past few years. I know that an earlier version of my-self would have panicked at the thought of this; they would have cowered in defeat at the apparent stagnant-ization of progress.
I’m 22 and sometimes, most times actually, I think I’m 40 and in the middle of a quarter-life crisis, and other times I feel blue and like life sucks balls. But truth is, it doesn’t, and even if it does there are things about it, good and bad, that make that blue turn grey turn white, and make things oddly peace in all the chaos. This, this is what I need. I need time to remember what’s like to be spunky, to be curious, to be okay…with everything. In fact, I need time to just exist. I’ll work, I’ll go to school, I’ll have my goals, I’ll still be tenacious and driven and dramatic, but lighthearted this go-around. I do indeed want to accomplish all my goals, but later rather than sooner. Take my time and ensure that I’ll make it, spunky as ever, to my 40th and then 80th and then 100th year, one of those grandmas that plays bingo and wears the giant plastic sunglasses and curly-q visors and gobs of fake jewelry and power walks with her pals, one of those that still has a glow to her face and a zest in all she does.
*for more on knit-bombing see earlier post...
oh and...as for the two thoughts at once...I normally have a lot of back burners on in my mind. How I think is like a rapid fire gun, I grab, grab, grab thoughts from a giant floating cloud. But I never really think two thoughts at the same exact time. Never have I heard my brain's voice speak two words simultaneously, that is until I was driving and thought, AT THE SAME TIME, "i've never been tot hat rest stop before" and "I've never been to that Mexican restaurant before." This is silly, but I thought it was profound at the time and will probably continue to condition my brain to think like this, or maybe not. Thinking get's me into trouble sometimes. The brain, what a crazy thing it is.
5/14/11
leitmotif
leitmotif: a dominant and recurring theme; in music drama, a marked melodic phrase or short passage which always accompanies the reappearance of a certain person, situation, abstract idea, or allusion in the course of the play; a sort of musical label.
I was thinking...and I tend to get in trouble when I think...but, upon reflecting on my recent graduation (and receiving my last semester's grades. they weren't bad, instead, a simple reminder of my troubles), I have decided to vent. Despite such a wonderful accomplishment, I am a tad disgruntled with higher education. Don't get me wrong. I am grateful to have been allotted such a catalytic experience. And to have realized that I have and always will be a life-longer learner, inquisitive and curious in every regard. AND grant it, higher education has become a conventional necessity in today's economic market. But still I am peeved. I suppose it's because I now recognize that I could have gotten my BA in far less time and for far less money (especially if I had fleshed out my running start classes in high school and chosen a different university). And again, I'm tankful for all the opportunities Lewis & Clark College has provided me, as well as all the amazing (and at times astonishing) people I have met. However, with greatness comes pretentiousness and politics. Throughout college, I have struggled to reconcile my strong sense of work (or what some have entitled the "blue-collar gene") with the quirks of academia. For example, I like competition, but not of the academic flavor. When the competition exists between those you hold little to no respect for, or worse...between you and yourself, it can become maddening. Essentially, you start to degrade your motivation over simply receiving a B due to personal professor bias and end up exhausted, with no fire left to fight. During these past two years, feeling burned out and well-beyond ready to move forward, I have butted heads with aloof and insincere professors and sunk into a well of apathy. Despite the struggles, I have managed to graduate with honors...but I certainly don't want to ever feel this again. I vow, as always, to do everything with intention and the fullest of effort...but this time I will concede if there exists no passion, no respect, or no pride in what I do. I hate to disclose this, but academia is a joke; higher education is overpriced. I boldly believe that individuals should be cultivating their own knowledge through new technological and creatively collaborative means instead. I also believe that every individual should commit to some form of self-sacrifice. Although I may not fully endorse altruism, I still think there lies an exponential amount of merit in service to an entity that feeds your soul and benefits those you most cherish and respect. I suppose this avowal (although, again, I do not believe in absolute truths) is testament to my future goals and is intended to squash all that has bogged down my motivation these past few years. To heck with this, do what you love and do it with the utmost effort, care, and sincerity.
I was thinking...and I tend to get in trouble when I think...but, upon reflecting on my recent graduation (and receiving my last semester's grades. they weren't bad, instead, a simple reminder of my troubles), I have decided to vent. Despite such a wonderful accomplishment, I am a tad disgruntled with higher education. Don't get me wrong. I am grateful to have been allotted such a catalytic experience. And to have realized that I have and always will be a life-longer learner, inquisitive and curious in every regard. AND grant it, higher education has become a conventional necessity in today's economic market. But still I am peeved. I suppose it's because I now recognize that I could have gotten my BA in far less time and for far less money (especially if I had fleshed out my running start classes in high school and chosen a different university). And again, I'm tankful for all the opportunities Lewis & Clark College has provided me, as well as all the amazing (and at times astonishing) people I have met. However, with greatness comes pretentiousness and politics. Throughout college, I have struggled to reconcile my strong sense of work (or what some have entitled the "blue-collar gene") with the quirks of academia. For example, I like competition, but not of the academic flavor. When the competition exists between those you hold little to no respect for, or worse...between you and yourself, it can become maddening. Essentially, you start to degrade your motivation over simply receiving a B due to personal professor bias and end up exhausted, with no fire left to fight. During these past two years, feeling burned out and well-beyond ready to move forward, I have butted heads with aloof and insincere professors and sunk into a well of apathy. Despite the struggles, I have managed to graduate with honors...but I certainly don't want to ever feel this again. I vow, as always, to do everything with intention and the fullest of effort...but this time I will concede if there exists no passion, no respect, or no pride in what I do. I hate to disclose this, but academia is a joke; higher education is overpriced. I boldly believe that individuals should be cultivating their own knowledge through new technological and creatively collaborative means instead. I also believe that every individual should commit to some form of self-sacrifice. Although I may not fully endorse altruism, I still think there lies an exponential amount of merit in service to an entity that feeds your soul and benefits those you most cherish and respect. I suppose this avowal (although, again, I do not believe in absolute truths) is testament to my future goals and is intended to squash all that has bogged down my motivation these past few years. To heck with this, do what you love and do it with the utmost effort, care, and sincerity.
5/13/11
commencement
commencement: A beginning or start.
Am I the only one bothered by the fact that the name for graduation (or the completion of study) is "to begin?" Oh bother.
I am also bothered by the fact that my graduation robe looks a little like a trash bag. And what are all these cords for? Why are there so many and what do all the colors mean?
Well, I'll tell you. So I got a green cord for graduating with Latin honors (cum laude 3.7 GPA), and a gold pin for being initiated into the honors fraternity Phi Betta Kappa, and multi-colored ribbons for studying abroad in Ecuador, and a hot pink ribbon just for being awesome. Woah. Way to be vain, monique. I apologize, but a little bragging was necessary. Here are some picture form my college graduation:
I drew this
wanna talk outside my van?
library worker's senior dinner...makes me sound old
phi beta kappa ceremony
apparently it was my goal to look as creepy as possible while packing
Am I the only one bothered by the fact that the name for graduation (or the completion of study) is "to begin?" Oh bother.
I am also bothered by the fact that my graduation robe looks a little like a trash bag. And what are all these cords for? Why are there so many and what do all the colors mean?
Well, I'll tell you. So I got a green cord for graduating with Latin honors (cum laude 3.7 GPA), and a gold pin for being initiated into the honors fraternity Phi Betta Kappa, and multi-colored ribbons for studying abroad in Ecuador, and a hot pink ribbon just for being awesome. Woah. Way to be vain, monique. I apologize, but a little bragging was necessary. Here are some picture form my college graduation:
I drew this
wanna talk outside my van?
library worker's senior dinner...makes me sound old
phi beta kappa ceremony
apparently it was my goal to look as creepy as possible while packing4/23/11
plenary
plenary: complete in every respect; absolute; unqualified, fully attended or constituted by all entitled to be present (as in a session during an academic conference)
oh academia. How bizarre you are.
Gathered in a stale hotel-conference room with distractingly-busy carpet, sit two-few water glasses atop a panel-table focused in front of twenty odd scholars, professors, and students. Bored. They look bored. The people, not the glasses. I ask the panel moderator for another water glass, and he forgot. So, I looked over my notes and fiddle with my earring. Nervous. Mild, but still nervous. Quietly, the audience listens while Xander presents his paper on narrative criticism in the video game Final Fantasy. Then it's my turn. I take in a gulp of air and begin. Why anyone wants to hear me ramble on about depictions of gender in country-western music and how the soldier is used as a terministic screen in understanding/naturalizing hegemonic masculinity is beyond me. But surprisingly, they clap and ask questions. I'm glad Xander was there to further bolster our discussion. We read and edited each others' papers.
So what exactly am I talking about? Well, my friends, in early April I attended the Northwest Communication Association's Annual Conference in coeur d'alene, Id. My rhetorical crit paper was accepted earlier this year and I traveled with a few other LC students and our professor Belinda Stillion-Sutherland to present my paper. We had an awesome mini-van, comfy hotel beds, and plenty of good food (surprisingly northern Idaho has delicious Greek cuisine and egg burgers @ Hudson's Hamburgers). I thanked my professor before, but I simply want to express once more my gratitude for her encouragement. I wish LC had more professor such as her. As bizarre as academia is, attending this conference was a growing experience that I am glad to have under my belt.
pictures from our drive:
tri cities
the lake
dust storm
oh academia. How bizarre you are.
Gathered in a stale hotel-conference room with distractingly-busy carpet, sit two-few water glasses atop a panel-table focused in front of twenty odd scholars, professors, and students. Bored. They look bored. The people, not the glasses. I ask the panel moderator for another water glass, and he forgot. So, I looked over my notes and fiddle with my earring. Nervous. Mild, but still nervous. Quietly, the audience listens while Xander presents his paper on narrative criticism in the video game Final Fantasy. Then it's my turn. I take in a gulp of air and begin. Why anyone wants to hear me ramble on about depictions of gender in country-western music and how the soldier is used as a terministic screen in understanding/naturalizing hegemonic masculinity is beyond me. But surprisingly, they clap and ask questions. I'm glad Xander was there to further bolster our discussion. We read and edited each others' papers.
So what exactly am I talking about? Well, my friends, in early April I attended the Northwest Communication Association's Annual Conference in coeur d'alene, Id. My rhetorical crit paper was accepted earlier this year and I traveled with a few other LC students and our professor Belinda Stillion-Sutherland to present my paper. We had an awesome mini-van, comfy hotel beds, and plenty of good food (surprisingly northern Idaho has delicious Greek cuisine and egg burgers @ Hudson's Hamburgers). I thanked my professor before, but I simply want to express once more my gratitude for her encouragement. I wish LC had more professor such as her. As bizarre as academia is, attending this conference was a growing experience that I am glad to have under my belt.
pictures from our drive:
tri cities
the lake
dust storm4/19/11
zenith
zenith: The highest point reached by a celestial or other object; culminating point; summit
why does the last stretch before reaching any zenith seem the most daunting? why does this small climb of my journey seem the most difficult to traverse?
I'm about to finish my undergraduate degree and life seems to be crumbling back toward me, like dirt and rubble rumbling down a steep mountain peak. As my elbow shields my face from the shower of grime, I take one deep and rooted step at a time, remembering all the small steps I have taken to get this far.
But good news keeps me fueled. I received in the mail not one, but four letters of acceptance to graduate programs in Library and Information Science. The first took me by surprise, seeing as I completed the application process earlier this year and...well, let thoughts of the future slip from my mind. I have since decided to accept enrollment at the University of Washington. Their i-school is the fourth best MLIS program in the nation. and I was accepted. no big deal. I will begin taking classes in the online cohort starting late http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifSeptember. An online forum with faculty, staff, and current students helped to solidify my decision. I'm excited for the transition to online learning (good excuse to teach myself HTML this summer). I will be moving to Boise in June and then will await news of OTS. I recently connected with an i-school student who is enlisted (and deployed) with the US Marines and she says that, although tough, being in the military and getting you grad degree simultaneously is doable.
ischool
now just to climb that last little bit of this mountain and begin my descent.
p.s. I think I've already blogged about this (twice). Sorry for the repetition. I usually repeat things when I excited.
why does the last stretch before reaching any zenith seem the most daunting? why does this small climb of my journey seem the most difficult to traverse?
I'm about to finish my undergraduate degree and life seems to be crumbling back toward me, like dirt and rubble rumbling down a steep mountain peak. As my elbow shields my face from the shower of grime, I take one deep and rooted step at a time, remembering all the small steps I have taken to get this far.
But good news keeps me fueled. I received in the mail not one, but four letters of acceptance to graduate programs in Library and Information Science. The first took me by surprise, seeing as I completed the application process earlier this year and...well, let thoughts of the future slip from my mind. I have since decided to accept enrollment at the University of Washington. Their i-school is the fourth best MLIS program in the nation. and I was accepted. no big deal. I will begin taking classes in the online cohort starting late http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifSeptember. An online forum with faculty, staff, and current students helped to solidify my decision. I'm excited for the transition to online learning (good excuse to teach myself HTML this summer). I will be moving to Boise in June and then will await news of OTS. I recently connected with an i-school student who is enlisted (and deployed) with the US Marines and she says that, although tough, being in the military and getting you grad degree simultaneously is doable.
ischool
now just to climb that last little bit of this mountain and begin my descent.
p.s. I think I've already blogged about this (twice). Sorry for the repetition. I usually repeat things when I excited.
3/30/11
unrequited
unrequited: unanswered
I just want to say that if Eddie Vedder, ignoring age and the fact that he's already married, and I had children, they'd have incredible hair. just sayiiing.
so apparently, Pearl Jam has a thing where they warm up with Fugazi's Suggestion. Both Pearl Jam and Fugazi have a special place in my heart. Really, if you can find your way in, you'll always have a corner of my heart. My advice to you, don't fuck it up.
I should be studying for a test and writing a paper, instead I'm procrastinating on the interwebs. Figures. I love this song though, seems fitting.
I've got lots of unrequited questions and deep thoughts to explore in the next month or so...let the thinking COMMENCE!
p.s. so I've written about this before and by now we all know that if I ever have children they will be absolutely, hands-down, undeniably, bat-shit crazy. I was going to throw in another adjective but thought three would suffice. Anyway, look out for the day I learn to play guitar (I guess piano or percussion would work too) and train one of the small children in my life to sing:
bahhh, okay now back to my deep thoughts.
I just want to say that if Eddie Vedder, ignoring age and the fact that he's already married, and I had children, they'd have incredible hair. just sayiiing.
so apparently, Pearl Jam has a thing where they warm up with Fugazi's Suggestion. Both Pearl Jam and Fugazi have a special place in my heart. Really, if you can find your way in, you'll always have a corner of my heart. My advice to you, don't fuck it up.
I should be studying for a test and writing a paper, instead I'm procrastinating on the interwebs. Figures. I love this song though, seems fitting.
I've got lots of unrequited questions and deep thoughts to explore in the next month or so...let the thinking COMMENCE!
p.s. so I've written about this before and by now we all know that if I ever have children they will be absolutely, hands-down, undeniably, bat-shit crazy. I was going to throw in another adjective but thought three would suffice. Anyway, look out for the day I learn to play guitar (I guess piano or percussion would work too) and train one of the small children in my life to sing:
bahhh, okay now back to my deep thoughts.
3/28/11
battery
battery: v- the act of beating, assault, n- a grouping of artillery pieces/artillery companies for tactical purposes, a combination of apparatus for producing a single electrical effect, a group of two or more cells connected together to furnish electric current, level of energy or enthusiasm, a number of similar articles, an array, the pitcher and catcher of a baseball team, a military exam
fewh. The word battery is very manifold in its meaning. I like a word that can pack such a definitive punch.
battery cell symbol. content from wikipedia.org
Anyway, earlier this week I took the US Air Force DLAB on advice from my recruiter- http://usmilitary.about.com/cs/joiningup/a/dlab.htm. It's a funny test. Unlike any I have taken before. It measures your ability to learn new languages and work as a linguist or cryptologist. During the test, you are given a gibberish language that you learn, translate, and manipulate. You can't quite study for this test. All I did was revived the parts of speech and took this practice test- http://mylittlepwnies.com/dlab/sample.html0 . I ended up getting a 118 with the highest possible score being 176. My score is considered strong and I now have clearance to be trained as a linguist in level 3 and above languages. Pretty sweet, if you ask me. I think my learning style was what really helped on the DLAB. Since a large part of the test is audible, me being an audio learner was beyond beneficial. All in all, it was a fun way to spend the morning and a fantastic excuse to skip my morning classes (grrr me and my LC higher education are at odds right now, but I'll save that rant for another time).
fewh. The word battery is very manifold in its meaning. I like a word that can pack such a definitive punch.
battery cell symbol. content from wikipedia.org
Anyway, earlier this week I took the US Air Force DLAB on advice from my recruiter- http://usmilitary.about.com/cs/joiningup/a/dlab.htm. It's a funny test. Unlike any I have taken before. It measures your ability to learn new languages and work as a linguist or cryptologist. During the test, you are given a gibberish language that you learn, translate, and manipulate. You can't quite study for this test. All I did was revived the parts of speech and took this practice test- http://mylittlepwnies.com/dlab/sample.html0 . I ended up getting a 118 with the highest possible score being 176. My score is considered strong and I now have clearance to be trained as a linguist in level 3 and above languages. Pretty sweet, if you ask me. I think my learning style was what really helped on the DLAB. Since a large part of the test is audible, me being an audio learner was beyond beneficial. All in all, it was a fun way to spend the morning and a fantastic excuse to skip my morning classes (grrr me and my LC higher education are at odds right now, but I'll save that rant for another time).
3/13/11
respite
respite: short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant; short delay permitted before an unpleasant obligation is met or a punishment is carried
This must be the lull before the storm. Yesterday I received tantalizing news...I was excepted to the University of Washington's Library and Information Science Graduate Program! I preferenced the online cohort and was admitted for fall 2011. If I accept to enroll, classes will begin in September and then I'll only be two short years away from having my masters! As of now, I'm waiting to hear back from the other schools I applied to and from the USAF AND I need to begin looking for a job (I'd like to work in records management with ESL services, or if I can swing going to OTS, cross training into informatics would be most desirable). Really, I'm trying to breath and take a moment to relish this short respite before I have to start making big decisions that will impact the rest of my life (come May 1st to be exact).
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| embroidery for dish towels! |
This must be the lull before the storm. Yesterday I received tantalizing news...I was excepted to the University of Washington's Library and Information Science Graduate Program! I preferenced the online cohort and was admitted for fall 2011. If I accept to enroll, classes will begin in September and then I'll only be two short years away from having my masters! As of now, I'm waiting to hear back from the other schools I applied to and from the USAF AND I need to begin looking for a job (I'd like to work in records management with ESL services, or if I can swing going to OTS, cross training into informatics would be most desirable). Really, I'm trying to breath and take a moment to relish this short respite before I have to start making big decisions that will impact the rest of my life (come May 1st to be exact).
2/23/11
agog
agog: very eager or curious to hear or see something
I get in these antsy moods, where I can't listen through the entirety of a song and just keeping skipping over every single one. "Oooh this one's good. nope, skip it. Skip. Skip. Skip." I would blame all the punk rock I listen too, seeing that songs longer than 2 minutes are a near abomination, but I know better. I'm agog, impatient, anxious for something. What, I don't know. I'm in one of those moods. meh. question is, how long will it last?
thanks in large part to my current mood, this morning, I woke up antsy at 3am and finally fell back to sleep at 6 or so, but then slept through my alarm and was late to my Chem class. Stupid of me. I was late for my midterm and suffered for it. Test corrections, office hours, and being five minutes early to every class in order to get an A here I come! Not preferable, but I'll do what needs to be done.
Okay, okay, okay. I am trying for the life of me to get my thesis research done but...my thesis is on CMC and gender in social networking technology. Long story short, I spend a ton of time in front of the little lighted box they call a computer. My head is about to explode if I have to spend one more second on Facebook. Unfortunately, I must push on.
This is what I want, I want some one to "accidentally" break my computer and then for me to get sick so I don't have to look at this damn laptop any longer and so that I have an excuse to feel like crap and sleep all day...and drink chicken noodle soup and eat grilled cheese with pickles.
p.s. as I'm writing this, my sister just sent me the best e-mail ever...
Dear Ms. Davis,
oh! speaking of mommies, mine came down to visit me this past weekend and we went skiing at ski bowl. the snow was so amazing. Thick and fluffy enough that you could see its 3-dimensional shape :)
I get in these antsy moods, where I can't listen through the entirety of a song and just keeping skipping over every single one. "Oooh this one's good. nope, skip it. Skip. Skip. Skip." I would blame all the punk rock I listen too, seeing that songs longer than 2 minutes are a near abomination, but I know better. I'm agog, impatient, anxious for something. What, I don't know. I'm in one of those moods. meh. question is, how long will it last?
thanks in large part to my current mood, this morning, I woke up antsy at 3am and finally fell back to sleep at 6 or so, but then slept through my alarm and was late to my Chem class. Stupid of me. I was late for my midterm and suffered for it. Test corrections, office hours, and being five minutes early to every class in order to get an A here I come! Not preferable, but I'll do what needs to be done.
Okay, okay, okay. I am trying for the life of me to get my thesis research done but...my thesis is on CMC and gender in social networking technology. Long story short, I spend a ton of time in front of the little lighted box they call a computer. My head is about to explode if I have to spend one more second on Facebook. Unfortunately, I must push on.
This is what I want, I want some one to "accidentally" break my computer and then for me to get sick so I don't have to look at this damn laptop any longer and so that I have an excuse to feel like crap and sleep all day...and drink chicken noodle soup and eat grilled cheese with pickles.
p.s. as I'm writing this, my sister just sent me the best e-mail ever...
The assignment was to draw what they wanted to be when they grew up. After the picture was graded, the the child brought it home and then returned to school the next day with the following note from her Mommy (totally something that would happen to my sister too):
I want to be very clear on my child's illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This photo is of me selling a shovel.
oh! speaking of mommies, mine came down to visit me this past weekend and we went skiing at ski bowl. the snow was so amazing. Thick and fluffy enough that you could see its 3-dimensional shape :)
2/19/11
can of worms
to open a can of worms: to inadvertently create numerous new problems while trying to solve an older one. Experts disagree on the origin of the phrase, but it is generally believed to be a Canadian or American metaphor coined sometime in the 1950s. Bait stores routinely sold cans of worms and other popular live baits to fishermen, who often discovered how easy it was to open a can of worms and how difficult it was to close one. Once the worms discovered an opportunity to escape, it became nearly impossible to keep them contained. Sort of like Pandora's Box. (wisegeek.com)
Feels as if I have three or four cans of worms open right now. Bull grunt. Wish I knew how to close them.
My scars are itchy and scabbed over in large part from trying to close all these cans of worms!
Practice was brutal this week. We did a lot of hitting drills and pace lines. I had a glorious hip-check, knocked a girl right off the track onto her butt! He he. Seriously, those two hours are the only hours in which I can immerse myself and think of nothing else. It's nice...more than nice actually.
Thursday night was icky. Exhaustion was all I could feel, but Nick called and we went and got some doughnuts at Sesame. I'm a fan of any place open 24-hours...especially when it has the world's greatest chocolate-glazed doughnut holes, 15 for less than $1.75
Earlier last week, I bought Jeff Ely (my computer science professor) doughnuts from Sesame as a thank you for the innumerable letters of recommendation he has written for me. We shared a wonderful moment, eating doughnuts with a fellow connoisseur.
As for now, I've got a lot of work to do. Namely, I need to get ready to present my paper/thesis at both the Gender Symposium and a Comm conference. I'm also scrambling to start my full-time practicum at Roosevelt High School on Tuesday. I've already been working with students there, preparing for a Mock Trial Competition, but I'm excited to spend more time in the classroom with them.
so here's to those can of worms closing on their own. fingers crossed.
Feels as if I have three or four cans of worms open right now. Bull grunt. Wish I knew how to close them.
My scars are itchy and scabbed over in large part from trying to close all these cans of worms!
Practice was brutal this week. We did a lot of hitting drills and pace lines. I had a glorious hip-check, knocked a girl right off the track onto her butt! He he. Seriously, those two hours are the only hours in which I can immerse myself and think of nothing else. It's nice...more than nice actually.
Thursday night was icky. Exhaustion was all I could feel, but Nick called and we went and got some doughnuts at Sesame. I'm a fan of any place open 24-hours...especially when it has the world's greatest chocolate-glazed doughnut holes, 15 for less than $1.75
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| not my mini van, I promise. |
Earlier last week, I bought Jeff Ely (my computer science professor) doughnuts from Sesame as a thank you for the innumerable letters of recommendation he has written for me. We shared a wonderful moment, eating doughnuts with a fellow connoisseur.
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| the Sid's Special on top |
so here's to those can of worms closing on their own. fingers crossed.
11/8/10
search
search: to look into or over thoroughly in an effort to find or discover something; come to know by inquiry or scrutiny
I am a slave to Google. I'll admit it. I can't even fathom what it was like before there were search engines. I am utterly dependent. I even text Google to define words for me when the dictionary is sitting two feet away. Lazy. Really, I'm just another measly member of the Internet's indoctrinated chattel. Take for example that I'm writing about this on the what?...oh that's right, the Internet! For crying out loud. Sites like Google, Facebook, and Readit are today's postmodern information oligarchicy. They are today's contemporary gatekeepers. So, what happens when this small group implodes? How will I ever write papers, keep up with current news, or define words for christsake?! well I suppose I could try the dictionary. Ahh man, but it's such a long stretch of the arm. Too...ti...red.
This was one of the topics discussed during an MLIS class that I sat in on last weekend. I drove up to Seattle for an admissions interview at the University of Washington and learned all sorts of magnificent things about their graduate program. Now if only I could magically move the Udub's program out of rainy Seattle. I need (need need) to get out of the northwest, I've been here far to long.
It's official, senioritis has set in early.
Also, I attended the annual Mary Stuart Rodgers Scholarship Banquet. This year they gave fellows paper weights instead of rings...well that and a sizable amount of $ for school. Thanks Rodger's family endowment...
Little to no social life, an ulcer/insomnia, and hours of homework have paid off. Finally, I am now the proud owner of a paper weight!
That was rude. Sorry, I can be rude sometimes...or all times really. I should work on that.
I am a slave to Google. I'll admit it. I can't even fathom what it was like before there were search engines. I am utterly dependent. I even text Google to define words for me when the dictionary is sitting two feet away. Lazy. Really, I'm just another measly member of the Internet's indoctrinated chattel. Take for example that I'm writing about this on the what?...oh that's right, the Internet! For crying out loud. Sites like Google, Facebook, and Readit are today's postmodern information oligarchicy. They are today's contemporary gatekeepers. So, what happens when this small group implodes? How will I ever write papers, keep up with current news, or define words for christsake?! well I suppose I could try the dictionary. Ahh man, but it's such a long stretch of the arm. Too...ti...red.
This was one of the topics discussed during an MLIS class that I sat in on last weekend. I drove up to Seattle for an admissions interview at the University of Washington and learned all sorts of magnificent things about their graduate program. Now if only I could magically move the Udub's program out of rainy Seattle. I need (need need) to get out of the northwest, I've been here far to long.
It's official, senioritis has set in early.
Also, I attended the annual Mary Stuart Rodgers Scholarship Banquet. This year they gave fellows paper weights instead of rings...well that and a sizable amount of $ for school. Thanks Rodger's family endowment...
That was rude. Sorry, I can be rude sometimes...or all times really. I should work on that.
9/4/10
rink rash
rink rash: bruises, contusions, red burn, scrapes, scratches, etc. that a skater gets after falling while playing roller derby.
tonight I pulled on my skull and cross bone socks, laced up my skates and hit the rink for derby practice. It was invigorating! I'm glad I can now confidently say that if I ever fall down again (in derby and in life), I'll just get back up, skate with furry after whoever made me fall, and punch them in the face, then later on I'll brag about the giant bruise that now adorns my thigh...seriously it looks like China or maybe Yogi Bear if you tilt you head to the left. p.s. I am such a dork "hi my name is Monique, I wanna be a Librarian, I play roller derby, and get excited about things like breakfast cereal and having my thesis nominated for honors status"
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| you can see my toes in the bottom left corner! |
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| anything with a sticker of Elvis get my approval |
5/6/10
camaraderie
camaraderie: the quality of affording easy familiarity and sociability
While walking to the grocery store I ran into an old high school teacher of mine. I was just trucking along when I see a man on the roof of his house and he kindly shouts to me, "beautiful day for a walk." I lower my head and kind of grumble back, but then look a little closer and realize it's Mr. O’Neil!!!! my favorite ADD gun-toting-liberal Social Science teacher from high school. So I stop and we chat and catch up on life and the whole moment is just wonderful. Oh boy, how I love that crazy man. It's just so easy for me to make comrades out of the most eccentric people.
On an unrelated note, I got my ears pierced for the third time, mainly because I was bored. Also, should it concern me that my mom calls me and the dog by the same name?
written 4/25/2010
While walking to the grocery store I ran into an old high school teacher of mine. I was just trucking along when I see a man on the roof of his house and he kindly shouts to me, "beautiful day for a walk." I lower my head and kind of grumble back, but then look a little closer and realize it's Mr. O’Neil!!!! my favorite ADD gun-toting-liberal Social Science teacher from high school. So I stop and we chat and catch up on life and the whole moment is just wonderful. Oh boy, how I love that crazy man. It's just so easy for me to make comrades out of the most eccentric people.
On an unrelated note, I got my ears pierced for the third time, mainly because I was bored. Also, should it concern me that my mom calls me and the dog by the same name?
written 4/25/2010
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