my life for the past 3 1/2 years has been defined by exams-- essay exams most notably. there are usually about 3 prompts you can choose from, and i try and remember just about everything i've learned up to that point, making sure to remember the right page numbers and such in order to be great. most of my grade in a course is dependent upon how well i can write (legibility is always an issue as well) in fifty minutes. as if fifty minutes will do for a topic as big as "Explain Barack Obama's election in the context of colorblind racism." yeah right, fifty minutes will do.
today though, oh today, i took my final in-class exam of college.
the good news was, i went to lunch and had a delicious beer right before the test. a BIG beer. it was a delicious honey ale from portland. i couldn't pass it up. because of this fact, and possibly due to the elation of my circumstance, the bullshit flowed like wine. i figured, "i might has well go out with a bang here...i never have had anything in my system when taking an exam before. let's see."
also, i can do essay exams in my sleep. apparently i'm hardwired to write them.
i also used the phrase "hunky-dory" in the essay. i hope my teacher doesn't mark me down for that phrase because it's weird and she's puerto rican. we shall see. at this point though, i've stopped caring.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
cemented
for the last month or so, graduation day and the thought of not having school anymore is exhilirating and scary. i'll just say it: the thought of graduating, still not having a job, and working at bed, bath and beyond with my degree (magna cum laude, honor's college, the whole nine yards) basically makes me piss my pants.
knowing this, i've been thinking about the possibility of somehow sticking around here and working in the athletic department: maybe extending my job at least until may so i can find gainful employment, or applying for an academic counselor position that will be left when my colleague Anna has a baby in February. these are great opportunities. if i work full time i would be able to at least start on a master's paid for by WSU, and i would get some good experience that would help me land another job later. and really, what's two more years here? it can't be that bad.
but yes, it CAN BE.
the last two nights have proven to me without a doubt that i have to get the hell out of here as fast as possible. and it's not that these events are in and of themselves terrible, or reason to make a move. but they were, "the straw that broke the camel's back" as it were.
i am a morning person, despite the complete uncoolness that goes along with being a morning person. if i've made the decision to wake up, i'm up, ready to rock. the only reason i can sleep for days while on breaks from school is because i can. but at school i wake up at 7:30 every school day and start it off. because of this, regardless of what's going on, i make sure to get at least 7 hours every night. these are precious hours, all of which have been violated the past two nights.
tuesday night: i'm happily sleeping in my bed, and all of a sudden i here this violent thump-crash followed by a car-horn blaring outside my window. i live on the third floor on the corner of the two main drags of moscow, so i'm used to traffic noise lulling me to sleep. but this time, something had ran into the building right next to mine and the horn did not stop for HALF AN HOUR. i'm pissed. i'm assuming that it will stop, and once the cops and EMS come it does. sweet release. i'm ready to fall back asleep. BUT NO. immediately after this some sort of saw-type weed whacker sound went on and off for the next hour or so. i moved to the living room, watched sportscenter for an hour, and moved myself to the couch to sleep there. it's farther from the window so i could fall asleep. i got four hours of solid sleep, and the next morning i go outside to find a snowplow and EMS still directing traffic. i have no idea what happened.
last night: again, happily sleeping away after watching two reruns of sex and the city on tbs and writing a short paper. andy and alyssa went to the bars (yes mom, people go to the bars on wednesdays, they're not drunks. it was margarita night and i would've gone too) and i went happily to sleep at 12:30. a solid 7 hours of sleep was in my future. perfect.
i wake up sometime in the middle of the night to andy and alyssa talking loudly about something. from what i remember it was andy's usual semi-buzzed rant: how corporations are destroying the world, how he hates his major and study because it doesn't help anyone (too late for that shit, andy, is what i want to say to him), and that people in general are stupid. the usual things that i study every day (racism, classism, etc) and would gladly have talked to him about at a reasonable hour. BUT IT'S 2:30 IN THE MORNING. apparently they forgot i lived there. i was PISSED. i walk out of my room, don't even open my eyes and say, "could you not yell about polymers?"
i woke up this morning at 7:30 to my alarm. only 4 1/2 hours of solid sleep.
i can't do this anymore. i can't live with people who come in drunk on a weekday and i can't sleep. i can't deal with my apartment shaking every time a semi drives by. i just can't do it.
so whether i end up being a barista for two years in seattle, i'll do it. my mind is made up. thanks apartment building.
knowing this, i've been thinking about the possibility of somehow sticking around here and working in the athletic department: maybe extending my job at least until may so i can find gainful employment, or applying for an academic counselor position that will be left when my colleague Anna has a baby in February. these are great opportunities. if i work full time i would be able to at least start on a master's paid for by WSU, and i would get some good experience that would help me land another job later. and really, what's two more years here? it can't be that bad.
but yes, it CAN BE.
the last two nights have proven to me without a doubt that i have to get the hell out of here as fast as possible. and it's not that these events are in and of themselves terrible, or reason to make a move. but they were, "the straw that broke the camel's back" as it were.
i am a morning person, despite the complete uncoolness that goes along with being a morning person. if i've made the decision to wake up, i'm up, ready to rock. the only reason i can sleep for days while on breaks from school is because i can. but at school i wake up at 7:30 every school day and start it off. because of this, regardless of what's going on, i make sure to get at least 7 hours every night. these are precious hours, all of which have been violated the past two nights.
tuesday night: i'm happily sleeping in my bed, and all of a sudden i here this violent thump-crash followed by a car-horn blaring outside my window. i live on the third floor on the corner of the two main drags of moscow, so i'm used to traffic noise lulling me to sleep. but this time, something had ran into the building right next to mine and the horn did not stop for HALF AN HOUR. i'm pissed. i'm assuming that it will stop, and once the cops and EMS come it does. sweet release. i'm ready to fall back asleep. BUT NO. immediately after this some sort of saw-type weed whacker sound went on and off for the next hour or so. i moved to the living room, watched sportscenter for an hour, and moved myself to the couch to sleep there. it's farther from the window so i could fall asleep. i got four hours of solid sleep, and the next morning i go outside to find a snowplow and EMS still directing traffic. i have no idea what happened.
last night: again, happily sleeping away after watching two reruns of sex and the city on tbs and writing a short paper. andy and alyssa went to the bars (yes mom, people go to the bars on wednesdays, they're not drunks. it was margarita night and i would've gone too) and i went happily to sleep at 12:30. a solid 7 hours of sleep was in my future. perfect.
i wake up sometime in the middle of the night to andy and alyssa talking loudly about something. from what i remember it was andy's usual semi-buzzed rant: how corporations are destroying the world, how he hates his major and study because it doesn't help anyone (too late for that shit, andy, is what i want to say to him), and that people in general are stupid. the usual things that i study every day (racism, classism, etc) and would gladly have talked to him about at a reasonable hour. BUT IT'S 2:30 IN THE MORNING. apparently they forgot i lived there. i was PISSED. i walk out of my room, don't even open my eyes and say, "could you not yell about polymers?"
i woke up this morning at 7:30 to my alarm. only 4 1/2 hours of solid sleep.
i can't do this anymore. i can't live with people who come in drunk on a weekday and i can't sleep. i can't deal with my apartment shaking every time a semi drives by. i just can't do it.
so whether i end up being a barista for two years in seattle, i'll do it. my mind is made up. thanks apartment building.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
still lovin it
ah, the new york times op-eds on a sunday. there is nothing i love more than taking some time off of reading or writing, doing homework or writhing in pain after a rough saturday night, than reading the times. and although i'm not as high-brow of those intellectuals who get the times delivered to their house, or actually have time to attempt reading the entire sunday edition (if you know who these people are, tell them to get another hobby or more friends. or better yet, tell them to take some time off and watch a rerun of the 100 Greatest Songs of the 80s), i do still get the times online every day. some days i simply read the headlines and don't go any further. but sundays, oh sundays, i pore over the op-eds.
and it's not just because i happen to agree with most of them. it's because they are smart, thought provoking, and thankfully a break from everything else i'm reading.
i'm also still loving obama. the happiness has not worn off. and you're thinking, "sarah, get with it. he's got a lot of shit on his plate right now and you can't expect him to be the messiah." and i'm not. i'm just happy that we soon will have a smart man in office. in the words of nicholas kristoff, a smart op-ed guy today: "
"Barack Obama’s election is a milestone in more than his pigmentation. The second most remarkable thing about his election is that American voters have just picked a president who is an open, out-of-the-closet, practicing intellectual."
it feels so good to me that i am absolutely positive my president is smarter than me. it's comforting. and i love it.
and it's not just because i happen to agree with most of them. it's because they are smart, thought provoking, and thankfully a break from everything else i'm reading.
i'm also still loving obama. the happiness has not worn off. and you're thinking, "sarah, get with it. he's got a lot of shit on his plate right now and you can't expect him to be the messiah." and i'm not. i'm just happy that we soon will have a smart man in office. in the words of nicholas kristoff, a smart op-ed guy today: "
"Barack Obama’s election is a milestone in more than his pigmentation. The second most remarkable thing about his election is that American voters have just picked a president who is an open, out-of-the-closet, practicing intellectual."
it feels so good to me that i am absolutely positive my president is smarter than me. it's comforting. and i love it.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
VOTING (we care)
mondays usually suck for me. i work 8 hours, i leave the house at 9 and come home at 10:30, and then i usually have homework for another hour and a half if i manage to stay up that late. but today, today was a good day.
my friend (and unfortunately not yours) michael willis was in the ARC this morning when i got to work. i was excited to see him as usual and started talking about the big day tomorrow. as an employee of an institution run by the state i cannot really discuss partisan politics and tried to not be excited with willis about barack obama. i also had to bite my tongue just a few short minutes ago about a golfer who said every myth about Obama on Fox News as fact. (come up with the list in your head...he said it).
but i digress in frustration.
as i was talking to willis he told me that neither he nor his mother got their ballot, even though both are registered in whitman county. this was a huge deal to me- see, i've been working on getting willis registered to vote for the past 8 months. he felt his vote didn't count, that he couldn't be a part of voting in a black man who might get shot (god forbid, but it's a real fear for many student athletes of color i have talked to), and he was just overall disappointed in the democratic process. so when he finally registered to vote i was ecstatic- finding out today that he didn't receive his ballot took the wind out of my proverbial sails.
a few people i talked to didn't get their ballots in time, including andy. according to andy though, "what's a vote for the socialist worker's party really going to do anyway?" i got you andy.
willis, though, is not a socialist like andy.
so i was freaking out. i didn't have the answer to his question and was bummed that i didn't know how to help him. after my class got out, though, i got a voicemail on my phone: "whatup dub, i was jus wond'in if the votin thing is still no -can-do or what. if you could hit me back i'd 'ppreciate it."
then my brain went into high gear: who would know?
so i run into the class i just left and ask my amazing and very fiercy CES 201 professor Carmen Lugo-Lugo what to do. she tells me willis has to drive to colfax (colfax?!) and get a special ballot she didn't know the name of so they can vote. i wish i knew the name. damn.
i get to work and she's emailed the name to me-- PROVISIONAL BALLOT! YES! but is there time?
willis calls me and i tell him what to do. now i just pray that he goes with his mom sometime to do it.
tonight he comes in for tutoring and he tells me both he and his mom voted in colfax today. the first time he's voted, and he actually cares a lot.
so it's still monday. it's 9:00 pm and i'm at work, i have lots of things still left to do.
but i helped someone vote today. it took some time, and it took some resources. but three people (including another student whose story i don't have time to tell) voted today. and that makes it a good day.
and don't worry, folks. while i'm at work tomorrow night i'm setting up election center 08 and will follow it on CNN all night via internet with the electoral white board- in honor of tim russert (may he rest in peace) and my dad (an avid fan of the electoral white board). i just hope my dad picks a winner this time.
my friend (and unfortunately not yours) michael willis was in the ARC this morning when i got to work. i was excited to see him as usual and started talking about the big day tomorrow. as an employee of an institution run by the state i cannot really discuss partisan politics and tried to not be excited with willis about barack obama. i also had to bite my tongue just a few short minutes ago about a golfer who said every myth about Obama on Fox News as fact. (come up with the list in your head...he said it).
but i digress in frustration.
as i was talking to willis he told me that neither he nor his mother got their ballot, even though both are registered in whitman county. this was a huge deal to me- see, i've been working on getting willis registered to vote for the past 8 months. he felt his vote didn't count, that he couldn't be a part of voting in a black man who might get shot (god forbid, but it's a real fear for many student athletes of color i have talked to), and he was just overall disappointed in the democratic process. so when he finally registered to vote i was ecstatic- finding out today that he didn't receive his ballot took the wind out of my proverbial sails.
a few people i talked to didn't get their ballots in time, including andy. according to andy though, "what's a vote for the socialist worker's party really going to do anyway?" i got you andy.
willis, though, is not a socialist like andy.
so i was freaking out. i didn't have the answer to his question and was bummed that i didn't know how to help him. after my class got out, though, i got a voicemail on my phone: "whatup dub, i was jus wond'in if the votin thing is still no -can-do or what. if you could hit me back i'd 'ppreciate it."
then my brain went into high gear: who would know?
so i run into the class i just left and ask my amazing and very fiercy CES 201 professor Carmen Lugo-Lugo what to do. she tells me willis has to drive to colfax (colfax?!) and get a special ballot she didn't know the name of so they can vote. i wish i knew the name. damn.
i get to work and she's emailed the name to me-- PROVISIONAL BALLOT! YES! but is there time?
willis calls me and i tell him what to do. now i just pray that he goes with his mom sometime to do it.
tonight he comes in for tutoring and he tells me both he and his mom voted in colfax today. the first time he's voted, and he actually cares a lot.
so it's still monday. it's 9:00 pm and i'm at work, i have lots of things still left to do.
but i helped someone vote today. it took some time, and it took some resources. but three people (including another student whose story i don't have time to tell) voted today. and that makes it a good day.
and don't worry, folks. while i'm at work tomorrow night i'm setting up election center 08 and will follow it on CNN all night via internet with the electoral white board- in honor of tim russert (may he rest in peace) and my dad (an avid fan of the electoral white board). i just hope my dad picks a winner this time.
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