November 2
From my brain
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2010
Me 11:06, 2 November 2010 (EDT)
As if the sleepless nights (including last night) weren't bad enough, now this nasty cold has hit me. Headache, stomach ache, sensitivity to light AND sound, the whole bit. Runny nose hasn't hit (yet).
On the other hand, I got a couple of email responses from some of the Italian language schools. The one that has me totally freaked out however is the one that responded,
- Thank you for your interst in our school. Unfortunately in order to receive a student visa the Italian Embassy require the attendence of at least 20 lessons weekly. Therefore our non-intensive course would not be sufficient.
I hope I can get some other things in line in the mean time. That, and have the brain cells to sort it all out.
2009
Me 09:43, 2 November 2009 (EST)
So, before too much time passes, I suppose I should comment on the turn of events from last week.
School is going really, really well. I managed to nail my 4.0 again for last term (Soups, Sauces, and Starches). It was a bit of an effort, but I'm glad I put in all the hard work. This term may not be as easy though as the Nutrition class is a LOT of reading and we're still not certain how hard her testing practices are related to that reading.
Additionally, we've moved on to "Meats and Poultry". This chef is a hoot. Very down-to-earth, very straight-forward...and grades pretty fiercely. Getting an "A" ain't as easy as it has been the first two classes. For every dish, we're preparing the protein, a starch, and a vegetable, and there better be a sauce on the plate or you'll get dinged (lost a point on Friday with a FANTASTIC Coq au Vin...that I forgot to put extra sauce on). Also, we have set-in-stone presentation times, and you could lose a point just for being a couple minutes late there as well.
Backing up though, at the end of last term, the girl that was our Red-Neck...dropped. She said she was ill at first, and then she just disappeared. We were in the middle of the menu design project, and her whole team tried to contact her. Nothing. By the last week of classes, she'd even ditched every last one of us from class from her Facebook friends list. I manually looked her up...and saw her in a white dress, holding roses, with this pretty smile. Makes you wonder: Did they have to get married???
So, the class decided we'd vote on a new Red-Neck. The three of us (and later four) who were the most highly thought of for doing it all had some issue. I've got a whole bunch of stuff going on (Scouts, the guild, the house move). Another guy a couple years older than me lives in Chillicothe, and is a single dad. The third guy has like three different jobs and barely makes it on-time for classes.
As the first week went on, Chef didn't really seem too pressed for having us vote. We figured he wanted to let us get used to our new environment, see who was most qualified, and then have us get together and vote. Thursday rolled around, and as we were cleaning, he called out my name.
- Yes, Chef?
- "You're Red-Neck!" he said, pointing a finger at me.
- Uh...well...OK. Thank you, Chef.
- "Go get your scarf."
And that was it. I was in a daze. Yeah, back in July I said I didn't really want / have time for it, but the idea had grown on me. It wasn't a power thing, it wasn't a social thing, it was a sign that your class respected you. True, I would have much preferred to have been voted in by my classmates, but I got overwhelming support from them once I officially got the scarf.
Now, I just have to live up to the responsibility.
2008
Me 09:34, 2 November 2008 (EST)
Either it's a week of < 5 hours of sleep every night has taken it's toll, or I'm coming down with something. Granted, I could be coming down with something because I've only been getting < 5 hours sleep a night and my body isn't surviving it well. Regardless, no church for me today.
I'm gonna take a nap.
2007
Me 07:28, 2 November 2007 (EDT)
I am just not sleeping well lately. I went to bed just after 10 last night, but I woke up at 2am, 3am, and then 4am. Somewhere I fell asleep until just before 5, and at that point, I just got up.
I have no idea what is that's causing it, but I gotta get it to stop. I can't hardly even focus enough to type this right now much less do work all day.
2006
Me 07:51, 2 November 2006 (EST)
Basically, all of that springing up and scaring kids: I was doing power situps. Not just your standard gym class "OMG, I have to do 20?" situps, but that loud grunting, Rocky-Balboa-bending-backwards-off-the-hay-wagon situp (minus the turn-down corner of the mouth). Now, whenever I sit up in my chair, I feel it.
Maybe I should take advantage of my new-found muscles and do some normal situps and get that crap in shape. Nah, where's the fritos?
2004
Me 13:19, 02, November 2004 (EDT)
First of all, I want to thank those who were able to make it to the party. All in all, we had a good time and it was nice to have <%popup(IMG_0018-2.jpg|640|480|friends over)%>. I'm pretty happy with the <%popup(IMG_0019-2.jpg|516|640|decorations)%> (thanks Jason!!!!) and I doubt anyone left hungry.
That being said, I want to let you all know that it was the last Halloween party. I was considering it this year, but with only the six of you in attendance (Ceraun, SportyGuy & Wife, Karen, Hope, and Jason), that solidified it for me.
Maybe it was the fact I was holding the party on a Sunday night. Maybe it was that people got freaked out by the "locked doors" concept (which weren't locked; in fact the front door was open all night). Maybe people just weren't into it. Regardless, I'm done.
Now, Angie's probably gonna appologize, as did Zejan on end, but they told me far in advance they wouldn't make it. In fact, I even don't mind that our friend Jodie (not Mel; another Jodie - the one in the toga last year) called just as the party began to say she got held up at in-laws. THAT'S FINE. A call was welcome. However, three emails, and you can't reply to ONE OF THEM to say, "Hey, not gonna make it," and that just sucks as a friend.
I wanted a couple days to post this to see if I'd simmer down. Problem is, I've simmered the whole way through this, never getting extremely angry. It's been more of depression. In the rationale that this may be the last, I sunk a good chunk of money into this party, going with the trend of the party increasing year by year. I spent at least $70-80 on groceries (bread, pizza, focaccia, cheese, deli meats, olive tray) and then another 50 bucks on decorations most likely.
What did I get? Only a few people showing, and less than $30 left in my personal account to last me until payday next week.
Oh well.
