When I got back from my trip last week (that'll be a separate post) my dad reminded me to check my tire pressure. My front left tire has a leak in it, and needs filled up every so often. I haven't been home for a while, so I haven't had the opportunity to fill it up at home. I knew this day would come, but I had hoped to put it off indefinitely. I knelt down to check the pressure, and my knee went right in a puddle of mud. This should have told me that I was about to have a bad time. It didn't. I checked my tire, and it was low. Really low. Scarily low. I So, I hopped in the car and drove off to the gas station across the street from campus. I went inside to buy a red bull and get some quarters for the air pump machine thing.
I came outside and it was raining. Hard. I had only been inside for a minute, but it was pouring. I should have seen this as an omen for the upcoming events, but I'm dumb and decided to proceed onward. I put my $1.50 in quarters into the machine, and it started making noise, so I connected it to my tire. The pump had a pressure gauge on it, so I periodically took a look at that to make sure I didn't inflate it too much. I noticed something odd though. Every time I looked, it showed less pressure.
I'm no mechanic, but I had a hunch that something wasn't working. The pump was making sound, so it couldn't be that. I knew I had to act fast, because I had a limited amount of time. I took a quick look at the label to see how long I had. "CAR VACUUM. $1.50 FOR THREE MINUTES." Oh. That's probably the issue.
Sure enough, I had definitely put money in the vacuum. Remember, it's pouring rain, and I am now soaked. I looked around hastily and found where to put money in for the pump. It needed $1.00 in quarters. I emptied my pockets and found $.50. I got lucky and found a quarter on the ground, so I only needed one more. I checked in my cupholder, where I keep all of my loose change. There was probably $50 in pennies and dimes, but not a single quarter. I checked under the seats. Not a single quarter. I checked under the pedals, not a single quarter. Finally, I looked in the side of my door. One single quarter.
I put the money in the machine and filled my tire, and I went on my merry way. I learned a lot of things that day. I learned to read labels before putting money in things. I learned to keep better track of the change in my car. I learned to fill my tire with air. But most importantly, I learned that you WILL get a cold if you leave your jacket in your dorm and spend 30 minutes kneeling down in the rain.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Homework, Homework, Homework
The title of this blog explains why I haven't written anything in a while. I have been bogged down with an incredible amount of work, and I've been spending my precious free time trying to catch up on sleep rather than write.
Saturday, we celebrated my dad's birthday. He didn't know I would be joining the family. I thought it would be a nice surprise, so I told my mom that I would be coming to surprise him. Spent the day catching up with everybody (it was the first time I'd seen my extended family since I started school) and enjoying everyone's company. It was a nice day.
Sunday, I had a pretty busy day. I had an appointment to get some touch ups on one of my tattoos, which was as fun as you can expect being stabbed with needles repeatedly is, and I had a job interview at Gamestop. I hadn't really had a job interview up until this point (McDonalds hired me over the phone after applying online) so I was pretty nervous. It actually went incredibly well. The manager that was interviewing me had tattoos all over both arms, and he noticed the saran wrap peeking out from under my sleeve (tried to hide it, failed) and that broke the ice right away. It was a pretty casual interview, and things went really well.
And then I did homework. Pretty much nonstop from then until now.
Wednesday morning I had my one on one conference session with my writing professor. I can't remember if I mentioned this, but he takes time out of class twice per semester to meet with each student individually and discuss their writing and how they have improved. It had been nearly three weeks since I'd seen him (felt like a lifetime) and I have never been really confident in my writing, so I wasn't exactly excited.
He loved it. All of it. He said I have a knack for writing short but powerful pieces (clearly he's never seen my blog) and have a great understanding of the principles of grammar. The only grades from the class come from these conferences, so there was definitely some pressure, but he ended it telling me that my writing is at A+ level and to keep doing what I'm doing. He also told me to feel free to tailor the upcoming assignments to what I feel will be beneficial to my career, because he cares more about the students getting what they need out of his class than strictly following the syllabus and curriculum. He's awesome.
Since I don't have any interesting stories or funny jokes, I'm going to end this one off with what I feel is one of the better pieces I've written for that class. We had to write a poem. I honestly don't know what inspired this one, it just sort of came naturally.
Saturday, we celebrated my dad's birthday. He didn't know I would be joining the family. I thought it would be a nice surprise, so I told my mom that I would be coming to surprise him. Spent the day catching up with everybody (it was the first time I'd seen my extended family since I started school) and enjoying everyone's company. It was a nice day.
Sunday, I had a pretty busy day. I had an appointment to get some touch ups on one of my tattoos, which was as fun as you can expect being stabbed with needles repeatedly is, and I had a job interview at Gamestop. I hadn't really had a job interview up until this point (McDonalds hired me over the phone after applying online) so I was pretty nervous. It actually went incredibly well. The manager that was interviewing me had tattoos all over both arms, and he noticed the saran wrap peeking out from under my sleeve (tried to hide it, failed) and that broke the ice right away. It was a pretty casual interview, and things went really well.
And then I did homework. Pretty much nonstop from then until now.
Wednesday morning I had my one on one conference session with my writing professor. I can't remember if I mentioned this, but he takes time out of class twice per semester to meet with each student individually and discuss their writing and how they have improved. It had been nearly three weeks since I'd seen him (felt like a lifetime) and I have never been really confident in my writing, so I wasn't exactly excited.
He loved it. All of it. He said I have a knack for writing short but powerful pieces (clearly he's never seen my blog) and have a great understanding of the principles of grammar. The only grades from the class come from these conferences, so there was definitely some pressure, but he ended it telling me that my writing is at A+ level and to keep doing what I'm doing. He also told me to feel free to tailor the upcoming assignments to what I feel will be beneficial to my career, because he cares more about the students getting what they need out of his class than strictly following the syllabus and curriculum. He's awesome.
Since I don't have any interesting stories or funny jokes, I'm going to end this one off with what I feel is one of the better pieces I've written for that class. We had to write a poem. I honestly don't know what inspired this one, it just sort of came naturally.
The binding agent of
the soul
The light in total
darkness
It provides a map
when lost and damaged
It opens the door
when there is no way out
A rescuer of the captured
A hand extended for
the fallen
When there is nothing
left
It is all that
remains
Hope.
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