Monday, July 1, 2013
Thursday, November 1, 2012
But no, no mountains of course!
So... I ended up transferring to Trinity-- (no, not because there were not mountains in NE). I was in NE by myself, no family, and not much for close friends though I knew lots of names and lots knew mine. I was faced with some things that I was warned I would be faced with-- a.k.a. lies in the form of scientific philosophies, questionable professor, crazy literature... you know, (or maybe you're currently being educated), the stuff that colleges like to teach. Yeah, it's good to stay close with people who are sane and can help you fight through battles like those when there's an attack on what's pure and good; and I ended back in the state of those who love me :)
Not everything was bad in NE. It is nice to be in a small town when drivers elevate a digit above the steering wheel to say hello. And I experienced my first beautiful bonfire since probably when I was little. I also learned that Nebraskans keep soft tissues, which was a good thing. And, not only did I learn what a Runza was, but my friend's Mom told me how to make them, (which I did when I got back to my home state).
Moving on, after 1.5 years at Trinity, I took a few semesters off, and restarted at a nearby community college where I received a Phlebotomy Certificate and an Associate of Arts Transfer Degree. I transferred with that degree to my current University where I am working on the completion of my compiled baccalaureate's as a combination of 4, (probably soon to be 5), schools-- (as I am looking forward to the chance of a short-term study abroad).
And tonight, at my fourth University, I am currently blogging while my typing should be taking place for a Spanish essay on a word document. Por eso, debo salir. But before I do, I'll say that tonight is one of those where I'm feeling a bit sleepy after studying in the library until 10:30 after leaving late from work and recently knocking a suite-mates disposed-of tortilla salad off of its "perch" atop the garbage can. But I'm blessed, so I don't mind! A little bit of three-napkin sweeping didn't hurt me no how. So for the good cause of getting to this paper del espanol, I shall say a good night to you all!
...BTW, if you don't know what a Runza is just ask me!
Not everything was bad in NE. It is nice to be in a small town when drivers elevate a digit above the steering wheel to say hello. And I experienced my first beautiful bonfire since probably when I was little. I also learned that Nebraskans keep soft tissues, which was a good thing. And, not only did I learn what a Runza was, but my friend's Mom told me how to make them, (which I did when I got back to my home state).
Moving on, after 1.5 years at Trinity, I took a few semesters off, and restarted at a nearby community college where I received a Phlebotomy Certificate and an Associate of Arts Transfer Degree. I transferred with that degree to my current University where I am working on the completion of my compiled baccalaureate's as a combination of 4, (probably soon to be 5), schools-- (as I am looking forward to the chance of a short-term study abroad).
And tonight, at my fourth University, I am currently blogging while my typing should be taking place for a Spanish essay on a word document. Por eso, debo salir. But before I do, I'll say that tonight is one of those where I'm feeling a bit sleepy after studying in the library until 10:30 after leaving late from work and recently knocking a suite-mates disposed-of tortilla salad off of its "perch" atop the garbage can. But I'm blessed, so I don't mind! A little bit of three-napkin sweeping didn't hurt me no how. So for the good cause of getting to this paper del espanol, I shall say a good night to you all!
...BTW, if you don't know what a Runza is just ask me!
Monday, October 22, 2012
The University
So my sister tells me that I need to blog...
I was like, about what? She said, "school" :)
So, I'm the type of person who, many times, allows someone else to carry the conversation on the phone-- and it's not unheard of for me to have moments of silence within the conversation. I email, many times, these days, before I call.
But...this is fun. Sometimes I simply don't know what to say, though writing can be an enjoyable experience. Furthermore, with the business of college life, time is an excuse-- given, a legitimate, and even wise one when appropriate. However, there are gaps and I suppose that blogs don't always have to be long... So here we go!
I began school, at the University level, straight out of High School. College was not something that was crammed down my throat, which is also beneficial for me. College was optional. I didn't even know until my senior year what college I was going to. However, I had a counselor, whose name I still remember, who helped me work through the process of finding and applying to some schools of interest. One week, my Mother and I flew out, and I began my freshman year in Nebraska. Yes... an Illinois city girl, born and raised, left for a small town where I thought there were possibly mountains...
I was like, about what? She said, "school" :)
So, I'm the type of person who, many times, allows someone else to carry the conversation on the phone-- and it's not unheard of for me to have moments of silence within the conversation. I email, many times, these days, before I call.
But...this is fun. Sometimes I simply don't know what to say, though writing can be an enjoyable experience. Furthermore, with the business of college life, time is an excuse-- given, a legitimate, and even wise one when appropriate. However, there are gaps and I suppose that blogs don't always have to be long... So here we go!
I began school, at the University level, straight out of High School. College was not something that was crammed down my throat, which is also beneficial for me. College was optional. I didn't even know until my senior year what college I was going to. However, I had a counselor, whose name I still remember, who helped me work through the process of finding and applying to some schools of interest. One week, my Mother and I flew out, and I began my freshman year in Nebraska. Yes... an Illinois city girl, born and raised, left for a small town where I thought there were possibly mountains...
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