World's most boring blog
I'm going to go ahead and declare myself the winner of that contest. Jeez.
School is busy, and successful. I nailed both my 170 jury charges in the same week, and one Q&A at 170. I turned in my other 170 Q&A today and it was just beautiful. Dying to get my grade back on that one, as always. And again, 180s are just too fast. Don't even talk to me about lits, the 140s are still too fast to write "supercalifragilistic" by "writing what I hear." Dude. But it will come, as I tell all my fellow students, above and below my speeds.
I'm liking my Race, Class and Gender class way more than I thought possible. I have to sort of force myself to participate. The readings from the textbook are often dry and boring and hard for me to get anything out of till I get to class. But then I'm one of the few who might have actually read the assigned material, and the instructor is just dying up there, praying for some intelligent answer. One that preferably doesn't include 11 "likes" in the same babbling, incoherent statement.
Rose is growing, so big, and so sweet. I need to give you some pictures of her, and of Mister Squeaky. Mister Squeaky died a rather ignominous death (even I need to look that word up), and I have the photos to prove it. Off to Puppy II class right now. But she's already so smart, and a great learner. Can't wait to see her potential.
School is busy, and successful. I nailed both my 170 jury charges in the same week, and one Q&A at 170. I turned in my other 170 Q&A today and it was just beautiful. Dying to get my grade back on that one, as always. And again, 180s are just too fast. Don't even talk to me about lits, the 140s are still too fast to write "supercalifragilistic" by "writing what I hear." Dude. But it will come, as I tell all my fellow students, above and below my speeds.
I'm liking my Race, Class and Gender class way more than I thought possible. I have to sort of force myself to participate. The readings from the textbook are often dry and boring and hard for me to get anything out of till I get to class. But then I'm one of the few who might have actually read the assigned material, and the instructor is just dying up there, praying for some intelligent answer. One that preferably doesn't include 11 "likes" in the same babbling, incoherent statement.
Rose is growing, so big, and so sweet. I need to give you some pictures of her, and of Mister Squeaky. Mister Squeaky died a rather ignominous death (even I need to look that word up), and I have the photos to prove it. Off to Puppy II class right now. But she's already so smart, and a great learner. Can't wait to see her potential.
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