Three Weeks and Counting

Three weeks to go until school is out. Eleven short days until I leave for Seattle without spouse or child. It would seem the light is, in fact, visible at the end of the tunnel. Since, graduation is also right around the corner, it would seem that these instructors would begin to ease up on the reigns of scholastic torture. Alas, 'tis not the case. I have one professor who is an giant pain in the ass. With three weeks to go, she is the only teacher not giving one inch on class work. Every week we have postings on line and she insists on making these postings the most time consuming questions known to man. So much so that this past week, the information was not even in our books. You had to search and search on line for correct information. To top it off, this is a research class. We have a paper due in one week that eight people are working together on (that's right, 8). This is also a giant pain in the ass. Eight people who all work and go to school AND have families. Try to coordinate that schedule. Anyway, it vexes me terribly that she is so freaking demanding. Plus, she is the only teacher who is a PhD who insists on being called "doctor". I have another professor who is a PhD who insists we call her by her first name, as many of us in the class are already nurses. It seems too ego-mania to me. But I could be wrong. Everyone deserves their props, I suppose.

Plus she yelled at me and said I was not dressed appropriately at clinical. I was dressed in dark grey cords and a black turtle neck sweater and black dress shoes with a white ironed lab coat. I am not sure why this was considered inappropriate. This has never been an issue before. So, I dislike her on many levels.

So, because of this class, my perfect GPA is in danger and I am starting not to care. "B"s get degrees to, right?

Three weeks to go. That is what I keep telling myself. Three weeks 'till I get that degree. Grad school awaits, provided they take me with a "B" in freaking research.

Bullet Points

I've been neglectful. So, bulletpoints.

• Good Friday was a disappointment. Did not get to uphold my traditions due to the snowstorm. Ended up getting drunk at the in-laws. However, I was able to uphold my tradition of avoiding church for the entire weekend.
• I'm sadly behind on my Winking Lizard World Tour of Beers. School has been much harder than anticipated and I have not been able to keep up. I. am. old.
• DMC clearly can't hold his beer - when that beer consists of half Founder's Breakfast Ale and half Dogfish 120 Minute IPA. He's pink as a baby's butt right now and very, very drunk.
• Today at work I spent a good bit of time digging around the attic of a very old building. I got to see some old paintings, some old baseball uniforms and the skeleton of a red squirrel (yes, I did poke it with a stick).
• I moved into a new office with a fireplace and a couch. It's the coolest office in the entire agency.
• Manchester United is 3 points ahead in the Premier League, they just beat Roma 7-1 and they resigned Cristiano Ronaldo for 5 years. The Beautiful Sport is, for me, Beautiful right now. Except for all that Pay Per View/Setanta bullshit. I can't watch any matches. Fuckers.
• I WILL watch Becks play for the LA Galaxy but I support the Columbus Crew.
• I'm attending a formal event in a couple weeks and I'm anxiously looking forward to shopping for a dress because....I am a woman.

Which brings me to one final observation/comment on the week. Don Imus.

My opinion (and everyone is free to disagree completely) is that Imus would have said something offensive regardless of the race of the Rutger's team. Women's basketball is very aggressive and very physical. Any tattooed team of women would have garnered some sort of insult from Imus. And all of the men who were so offended and so busy demanding an apology, would have uttered the exact same sort of insult if they were sitting around their big screen TVs watching the same fucking game.

Don't get me wrong. When it comes to tearing people down, black females are at the bottom of the totem pole. And that is a horrible thing because we're discounting one of the richest, most regal, and strongest parts of our population. But I really think this was, at its base, a woman thing.