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I meant to update several times yesterday, but I was just too exhausted and blah.
First, thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sevendra sadbhyl, xionin, kantayra, and jennice for your kind posts about me and my fanfic. There may be more, but that's what I saw on my FL...I've been pretty down, as you all know, and those posts gave me quite the lift. You may wonder why I have not posted for the Author's Appreciation Week. Well, I'll be honest. I haven't read fanfic in...2 years? 3 years? I stopped because I didn't want to inadvertedly steal somebody's ideas, and also because I just wanted to focus on my own work. I could post about people who I used to admire, but they've all become my friends (which makes me very happy, because I used to idolize them from afar) and so this would become "Friend's appreciation week" which is probably a good idea anyway.
So yesterday was a day of ups and downs, high and lows. First, I got an email that said my original fic Shivah (Which I haven't posted here) will be in the March 2005 issue of Xodtica. It doesn't look like the issue is available on their site yet. But I got paid and I have my copy and it's a really nice magazine. I'll post again when the issue is available on their site. I also will get 5 (or 10, I can't remember) contributer copies on CD. Maybe I'll just give them away here when they arrive. I don't need them.
And then I tried to buy Wilco tickets for April 29th. They pretty much sold out 30 seconds after they went on sale, and I got fucked. this made me very, very sad. Honestly, the only thing keeping me mostly sane was the mantra "It doesn't matter, I get to see Wilco. It doesn't matter, I get to see Wilco." On the bright side, tickets will go on sale tomorrow via ticketmaster, so I have another chance.
Work and class was ok. Not great, not horrible. I was particularly happy because my 6:30 class was cancelled. Of course, it was cancelled because my prof's mom is having a hip replacement, and that sucks for her. After my 2:00 class, I had two tutoring appointments before I could come home. One was a graduate student in the child development program. Tuesday I had an appointment with a graduate student in the gerontology department.
Both of these students are basically illiterate. Oh, I'm sure they can read, but when it comes to writing, they can't form complete sentences. They have no concept of grammer. One of them wrote, re: social security "I'm surprised it wasn't set up to last longer, especially since people in the Bible lived for 100 or 200 years."
Normally I can tolerate this stuff, because hey, no skin off my nose. But that's not what I wanted to deal with yesterday. They are going to be graduating from ULV with their masters degree. They get to enter and complete a program of their choice. They don't even know how to make a word possessive, they write with absolutely no structure, they have horrible leaps of logic, and I'm the one sitting here with rejection letters. Yes, I am extremely bitter. So bitter that I very nearly quit my job, because I've been working with grad students nearly exclusively this semester, and I can't deal with it anymore. I just absolutely cannot. Bailey agrees that it is an absolutely ridiculous situation.
But then my second appointment was a woman I worked with this semester. She's from Taiwan, a math major, and she is trying to pass her CBEST (so she can enter the credential program). She can barely write and has little to no reading comprehension. I worked with her 1-2 times a week, every week, for three months. She returned to the center yesterday and told me she passed her reading (got a 37, which is the minimum requirement) but she only got a 26 on her writing. She also bought me a beautiful purse in Taiwan when she went there to visit her family to thank me. Nobody ever brought me a gift before. That made me change my mind. I'm not going to quit my job.
When I got home, I was positively exhausted. We decided to go out for Mexican, and I woke up at 3 am with horrible heartburn.
Today I have to go to campus and watch Troilus and Cressida and start working on my Shakespeare paper which is due next Tuesday. I was going to wait until noon, but maybe I'll go get some coffee first or something.
First, thank you
sevendra sadbhyl, xionin, kantayra, and jennice for your kind posts about me and my fanfic. There may be more, but that's what I saw on my FL...I've been pretty down, as you all know, and those posts gave me quite the lift. You may wonder why I have not posted for the Author's Appreciation Week. Well, I'll be honest. I haven't read fanfic in...2 years? 3 years? I stopped because I didn't want to inadvertedly steal somebody's ideas, and also because I just wanted to focus on my own work. I could post about people who I used to admire, but they've all become my friends (which makes me very happy, because I used to idolize them from afar) and so this would become "Friend's appreciation week" which is probably a good idea anyway. So yesterday was a day of ups and downs, high and lows. First, I got an email that said my original fic Shivah (Which I haven't posted here) will be in the March 2005 issue of Xodtica. It doesn't look like the issue is available on their site yet. But I got paid and I have my copy and it's a really nice magazine. I'll post again when the issue is available on their site. I also will get 5 (or 10, I can't remember) contributer copies on CD. Maybe I'll just give them away here when they arrive. I don't need them.
And then I tried to buy Wilco tickets for April 29th. They pretty much sold out 30 seconds after they went on sale, and I got fucked. this made me very, very sad. Honestly, the only thing keeping me mostly sane was the mantra "It doesn't matter, I get to see Wilco. It doesn't matter, I get to see Wilco." On the bright side, tickets will go on sale tomorrow via ticketmaster, so I have another chance.
Work and class was ok. Not great, not horrible. I was particularly happy because my 6:30 class was cancelled. Of course, it was cancelled because my prof's mom is having a hip replacement, and that sucks for her. After my 2:00 class, I had two tutoring appointments before I could come home. One was a graduate student in the child development program. Tuesday I had an appointment with a graduate student in the gerontology department.
Both of these students are basically illiterate. Oh, I'm sure they can read, but when it comes to writing, they can't form complete sentences. They have no concept of grammer. One of them wrote, re: social security "I'm surprised it wasn't set up to last longer, especially since people in the Bible lived for 100 or 200 years."
Normally I can tolerate this stuff, because hey, no skin off my nose. But that's not what I wanted to deal with yesterday. They are going to be graduating from ULV with their masters degree. They get to enter and complete a program of their choice. They don't even know how to make a word possessive, they write with absolutely no structure, they have horrible leaps of logic, and I'm the one sitting here with rejection letters. Yes, I am extremely bitter. So bitter that I very nearly quit my job, because I've been working with grad students nearly exclusively this semester, and I can't deal with it anymore. I just absolutely cannot. Bailey agrees that it is an absolutely ridiculous situation.
But then my second appointment was a woman I worked with this semester. She's from Taiwan, a math major, and she is trying to pass her CBEST (so she can enter the credential program). She can barely write and has little to no reading comprehension. I worked with her 1-2 times a week, every week, for three months. She returned to the center yesterday and told me she passed her reading (got a 37, which is the minimum requirement) but she only got a 26 on her writing. She also bought me a beautiful purse in Taiwan when she went there to visit her family to thank me. Nobody ever brought me a gift before. That made me change my mind. I'm not going to quit my job.
When I got home, I was positively exhausted. We decided to go out for Mexican, and I woke up at 3 am with horrible heartburn.
Today I have to go to campus and watch Troilus and Cressida and start working on my Shakespeare paper which is due next Tuesday. I was going to wait until noon, but maybe I'll go get some coffee first or something.