13 More Days of School...

19 more Assignments Due

Well.. To be fair. They aren't only assignments. This list includes everything. 6 Quizzes, 3 Essays, 3 Assignments, 1 midterm and 6 final exams.

I am thinking of writing a book. I am going to name it 'How to be Awkward." because ever since I moved to this windy little city down south my nack for putting myself into very embarrasing/awkward moments seems to be at a high.

Case in Point:

Our school has a very strict policy about wearing your scrubs outside of clinical. This makes sense as we would be transfering germs and bacteria we picked up at the hospital or the nursing homes. So the other day after clinical I decided I needed to run into Walmart for a few things, but I was still in my scrubs. So I pulled into a far stall and debated my options. I could get my groceries later after school and after I have changed, I could just go in and hope nobody notices or I could change in my car.

Slowly I looked over one shoulder, then over the other. Nobody was in sight.

I reached down and took off my shoes. I looked over one shoulder then the other. Nobody was in sight. So I quickly threw my coat over my lap, undid my scrubs, pulled them off and reached for my jeans.

Just as I was leaning down to put my legs into my pants 2 full sized vans of hutterites pulled into the parking lot and parked right next to me. There I sat with nothing on except a coat covering my lower extremities as they piled out of the van and started to talk.

My face was the color of crimson by the time they finally started to walk away. With them gone I pulled on my pants and just drove away.

Today I woke up earlier than normal. This is not an normal occurrence for me as I am the type who has trouble rising when the sun is still sleeping. As I lay in the dark snuggled under my blankets I listened to the sound of the wind and I think I knew even at that moment that this wind was different than any other wind I had heard in Lethbridge before. So slowly I got up and peered out my window and all I could see was the frost and pure blackness. It wasn't I stepped outside ready to head to school that I saw what made the wind different.

SNOW!

The very first snowfall.


Its hard to tell here but the snow and wind was actually very strong and by evening it was up to my ankles.

As I got to my car I attempted to open my door only to find it firmly iced shut. Since it was only -3 out the snow was falling and becoming instant ice. It was actually so bad out that it was hard to walk on the road let alone drive. I had an exam that morning but as I listened to the radio most of the school were shut down due to horrible condition. All the school except mine of course.

It was actually nice going to school though because I got prime parking next to the door, the hallways were empty and the best chairs in the library were available.

And now here I am at home, snuggled under a nice warm blanket with a cup of tea. Sometimes i love winter.

Today in church I was chatting with a couple of girls when a women came up to me and started to speak with me. She knew my name but while she looked familiar I could not place her (luckily I have a photo church directory and with one quick check I found her name and address - Veldmanville - Main House) She invited me over to her house on Wednesday night and told me I could bring my friend Tracey and the curly haired girl (Shauna) with me if I felt that would be more comfortable. I agreed and a time was set. She started to walk away and almost as a afterthought she turned back.

"Make sure you are looking your best, i have single boys."

Say what!?!?!

I walked right into that one.

We had the project since the beginning of the school year. The date on the assignment was clear, it never changed and the instructor gave us many hints about the assignments and many warnings about the date it was due. Yet when the time came for the assignment to be due a lot of students moaned that they didn't have enough time. They were up all night frantically working on it but they didn't seemed to worried about it. After all they finished the assignment.

Some students did try and worked on it for those couple weeks. So when they listened to the group of procrastinators talk about how they got distracted by the television or by hanging out with friends instead of doing homework they just shook their heads and smiled.

Now fast forward a couple of weeks.

The instructor holds up the assignment, and you can just feel the anticipation as she begins to hand out the papers. Some of the people wear a great big grin as they peek a there paper while others hold a look of disappointment. Then the complaining begins. The people who waited to the last minute start trashing the instructor. They got a poor grade.

'The instructor hates me..'
'She marks so unfairly...'
'What gives her the right to give me this grade..'
'Its not my fault, its not my fault, its not my FAULT..'

What has happened to accountability? Why is it the teachers fault?

She didn't make them go to the movies. She didn't get distracted by television and yet somehow its all her fault. We live in a 'ME' generation. Our ancestors worked hard to build a life for us and now we think because of that we don't have to work or try at all. Everything should be handed to us on a silver platter. We should be rewarded for no effort at all. It is sad and because of this mentality a good instructor is leaving. She said she can no longer endure the looks of hate when students get their marks back and their complaining and tireless efforts for her to change their grades to grades undeserving of the work produced. How pathetic is that? The students put more effort into getting her to change their grade then in the assignment itself.

How ridiculous.

Hahahaha.. When I saw this picture I laughed so hard, if you don't reconize it, it is the picture of the women descibed in Song of Solomon. Somehow I never pictured her looking like this!

"How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil.
... Your hair is like a flock of goats...
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes...
Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
Your temples are like a slice of pomegranate...

"...Your neck is like the tower of David
built with rows of stones
on which are hung a thousand shields...
... Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle
which feed among the lilies...

"... Your lips, my bride, drip honey,
Honey and milk are under your tongue...
And the fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Your belly is like a heap of wheat...

"... Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
which faces towards Damascus..."

From Song of Solomon chapters 4 and 7

Recently in the last couple weeks as I was working at save on foods I saw a man. He was an ordinary man with normal looking clothes and big basket full of groceries. Just a typical customer. But the more I watched him the more I noticed something strange about him. He was always at Save on.

Every single time I worked.

He never would go through my till, I would offer every time he walked by but he would just grin and shake his head. After a while I mentioned it to another cashier. She turned to me and said 'next time you see him tell me and if necessary we will call security.'

Sure enough a couple minutes later he came around the corner again.

As I pointed him out to the cashier. She started to laugh.

'No need to call security. He is security.'

No wonder he never wanted to come through my till. He still laughs about it this day.

Today a group of friends and I were in the science study hall. We had a three hour break and decided that the best use of this time was to study for an upcoming exam. For this exam we need to learn all about many of the cells and be able to identify them off of a picture. The pictures we need were in the study hall but unfortunately a group of boys (also in our bio class) were already using them. So we proceeded to chat and study for another class. After an hour or so we noticed that the boys no longer seemed to be using them so we decided to approach our fellow classmates and ask for the pictures. On the way over I picked up an magazine that seemed to be thrown on the ground and when we approached the boys. I confidently held up the magazine and asked the boys if the magazine was theirs.

They looked at the magazine. Then looked at me. Then back at the magazine.

Two of the boys looked down awkwardly and avoided eye contact.

Two of the boys made eye contact and just smirked.

The third looked very uncomfortable and denied the magazine belonging to them.

After an uncomfortable silence I slowly turned the magazine over and stole a peek at the front. Staring back at me was a naked women and the words PLAYBOY shouted out to me. I gave a horrified gasp, threw the magazine on the floor and just walked away.

That's five more people I can never make eye contact with again.