Here we have a few pictures of Sarah and me from a night that we decided to do the cooking. We made a bunch of yummy stuff, but since I'm off to math class soon, I'm just going to let the pictures speak for themselves.
~Sarahbeth
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
School - AGAIN
So, I'm back at the government institution that sucks the living soul out of my body every time I walk in the doors.
Well. That might be a little dramatic......
Nah.
I'm thinking that starting your semester with tears isn't the best way to start off. The first class this morning was fine. I didn't appreciate the fact that I had to carry about 40 pounds of stuff around; but my tech class was ok. It seems like it'll be boring with a good amount of homework. Which is fine. Dance seems like a lot of homework too, but I like the fact that I'm moving again... and it's TWO days a week! Which means that I'm going to shed these extra 10 pounds, which is a good thing. Then today I had a meeting for my theater club. I was promoted to president, woohoo. All it means is that no one is volunteering for any positions in the club, and people are dropping like flies. So I'm left to pick up the slack. muchos fun.
The worst part of the day was my math class. Now when I signed up for it, I was told that the teacher was a bit dry, so I thought I had adequate warning. But nothing could have warned me for this woman. I went into the classroom, and she had name-cards on the desk. And we needed to write our names on both sides, so she could see them if she walked up and down the aisles. (um - she didn't) We took an 'evaluation' test first thing, for which of course I panicked, and since she went over the answers immediately after, I realized how badly I did. And it was because the test was the first thing... if I had taken the test at the end of class, I would have been absolutely fine. The teacher is awful. She made me feel like I was back in middle school again. Which I think is the worst thing you can probably say about a teacher. The class started at 2, and by 3 I was fighting back tears, and by 3:30 I was counting down the minutes until I could get out of there.
So now I have my ASL class to look forward to. I've forgotten most of the stuff that we learned from last semester, but I think I'll be able to remember it pretty quickly. Hopefully.
Well. That might be a little dramatic......
Nah.
I'm thinking that starting your semester with tears isn't the best way to start off. The first class this morning was fine. I didn't appreciate the fact that I had to carry about 40 pounds of stuff around; but my tech class was ok. It seems like it'll be boring with a good amount of homework. Which is fine. Dance seems like a lot of homework too, but I like the fact that I'm moving again... and it's TWO days a week! Which means that I'm going to shed these extra 10 pounds, which is a good thing. Then today I had a meeting for my theater club. I was promoted to president, woohoo. All it means is that no one is volunteering for any positions in the club, and people are dropping like flies. So I'm left to pick up the slack. muchos fun.
The worst part of the day was my math class. Now when I signed up for it, I was told that the teacher was a bit dry, so I thought I had adequate warning. But nothing could have warned me for this woman. I went into the classroom, and she had name-cards on the desk. And we needed to write our names on both sides, so she could see them if she walked up and down the aisles. (um - she didn't) We took an 'evaluation' test first thing, for which of course I panicked, and since she went over the answers immediately after, I realized how badly I did. And it was because the test was the first thing... if I had taken the test at the end of class, I would have been absolutely fine. The teacher is awful. She made me feel like I was back in middle school again. Which I think is the worst thing you can probably say about a teacher. The class started at 2, and by 3 I was fighting back tears, and by 3:30 I was counting down the minutes until I could get out of there.
So now I have my ASL class to look forward to. I've forgotten most of the stuff that we learned from last semester, but I think I'll be able to remember it pretty quickly. Hopefully.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Thoughts...
So I'm here at Sarah's house. She's singing along to Rent - I don't know it well enough to sing along to anything other than Seasons Of Love. Which is sad. I'm not sure how I can call myself a musical theatre junkie since I can't do that..... oh sigh. Oh well. Apparently I'm going to see it soon, so I have that to look forward to.
These past two weeks have flown by so fast. The week with Arin was fun, but at the same time a little bittersweet. We're both growing up. And I can see that most when I'm with her, probably because I've been visiting her house since I was really little. I can see the change between 11 year old Sarah and Arin, and 18 year old Sarah and Arin, and it saddens me. We've grown apart in a lot of ways. I'm wondering if we never were that similar, we just thought we were during those insecure middle and high-school years. Now I can see huge differences. She wants to be rebel against most forms of authority. I like authority. In fact, sometimes I crave authority. There was one point during my visit where Mrs. Warren was trying to get us to eat supper... nothing too drastic that I could tell, but Arin got so upset and told her mom that she'd eat when she wanted. It's just dinner for goodness sake!
I'm grateful for the relationship that I have with my parents. I appreciate their authority. They don't give me too much of it (in my opinion, although that opinion might be changed when I get home) and I respect them enough to take what I think isn't necessary. I think it's a pretty good system. I avoid argument, and manage to stay on their good side most of the time. I think they get mad at me more than I get mad at them. Well. Mad isn't even the right word. I think they get frustrated with me. I get frustrated every once in a while, but I would never argue back the Arin does with her parents. What's the point? Frankly, I don't care that I'm now 18, and a legal adult. They're still my parents, and I'm still living in their house. I see no point in arguing about something when I know what the answer will be.
There's much more to this post - the fact that Arin is so against authority that she's now mad at me for being a 'mom' - but it's exhausting. It's been stressing me out for the past week, and I just can't take it anymore. I appreciate authority. She does not. End of story.
Maybe next time I'll actually post about my visit. :P
These past two weeks have flown by so fast. The week with Arin was fun, but at the same time a little bittersweet. We're both growing up. And I can see that most when I'm with her, probably because I've been visiting her house since I was really little. I can see the change between 11 year old Sarah and Arin, and 18 year old Sarah and Arin, and it saddens me. We've grown apart in a lot of ways. I'm wondering if we never were that similar, we just thought we were during those insecure middle and high-school years. Now I can see huge differences. She wants to be rebel against most forms of authority. I like authority. In fact, sometimes I crave authority. There was one point during my visit where Mrs. Warren was trying to get us to eat supper... nothing too drastic that I could tell, but Arin got so upset and told her mom that she'd eat when she wanted. It's just dinner for goodness sake!
I'm grateful for the relationship that I have with my parents. I appreciate their authority. They don't give me too much of it (in my opinion, although that opinion might be changed when I get home) and I respect them enough to take what I think isn't necessary. I think it's a pretty good system. I avoid argument, and manage to stay on their good side most of the time. I think they get mad at me more than I get mad at them. Well. Mad isn't even the right word. I think they get frustrated with me. I get frustrated every once in a while, but I would never argue back the Arin does with her parents. What's the point? Frankly, I don't care that I'm now 18, and a legal adult. They're still my parents, and I'm still living in their house. I see no point in arguing about something when I know what the answer will be.
There's much more to this post - the fact that Arin is so against authority that she's now mad at me for being a 'mom' - but it's exhausting. It's been stressing me out for the past week, and I just can't take it anymore. I appreciate authority. She does not. End of story.
Maybe next time I'll actually post about my visit. :P
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