Saturday, February 22, 2003
Well, here I am, Saturday afternoon once again writing, this time a presentation on street kids. Which, happily, does not have to be formally written out, only performed in class. Ack. Eek. I have lots of material but not all of it is relevant. Some is heartbreaking but doesn't fit into the "Canadian Justice System" angle that this course requires. I have a lot of statistics. A few books full of stories, all of them frightening. I have to put this together into 7 minutes and time-for-questions. I could probably read them bits out of the books for hours, and talk for a very long time. At this point I'm thinking I should have picked another topic, one I could speak dispassionately about....
My brother Roy was here, briefly, and he says he and his girlfriend are thinking of moving out this way. Which would be cool. Another relative with a car :)
My books and notes and printed out sheets are all over the floor, I spread them all out because I like to be able to see everything at once. But then someone comes to deliver a newspaper or something and the dog stampede comes through and everything gets creased. I vacuumed this morning, and cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, and dealt with the recycling, and took Rachel out for lunch because the others were doing a karate fundraising thing (a bottle drive/garage sale/car wash) and although this may stop the complaining about my lack of housework I don't feel as if I've accomplished enough schoolwork. I think I'm probably insane, to be trying to take these courses and work full time and then the kids and the dogs and the house...
Kirsten showed me the insanity test and it turns out that, yes, I am insane. I apologize, for having wasted all your time. Please disregard anything else I might have to say.
The other difficult thing I did today was to pick out a birthday card for my pen-pal on death row. All the little messages (all your wishes come true, etc) seemed cruel, somehow. I settled for a card with a picture of a pastoral field with stuffed-animal cows 'grazing' in it, and a disclaimer inside that I thought it was kind of funny.
My brother Roy was here, briefly, and he says he and his girlfriend are thinking of moving out this way. Which would be cool. Another relative with a car :)
My books and notes and printed out sheets are all over the floor, I spread them all out because I like to be able to see everything at once. But then someone comes to deliver a newspaper or something and the dog stampede comes through and everything gets creased. I vacuumed this morning, and cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, and dealt with the recycling, and took Rachel out for lunch because the others were doing a karate fundraising thing (a bottle drive/garage sale/car wash) and although this may stop the complaining about my lack of housework I don't feel as if I've accomplished enough schoolwork. I think I'm probably insane, to be trying to take these courses and work full time and then the kids and the dogs and the house...
Kirsten showed me the insanity test and it turns out that, yes, I am insane. I apologize, for having wasted all your time. Please disregard anything else I might have to say.
The other difficult thing I did today was to pick out a birthday card for my pen-pal on death row. All the little messages (all your wishes come true, etc) seemed cruel, somehow. I settled for a card with a picture of a pastoral field with stuffed-animal cows 'grazing' in it, and a disclaimer inside that I thought it was kind of funny.
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Maclean's magazine says:
Canadian cricket team snags first ever win in cricket World Cup, over Bangladesh. Joyous Canadians rise as one to shout: we have a cricket team?
Yesterday's midterm went well, I think, although I gave the wrong year for the implementation of the Criminal Code and one other wrong answer that I know of. Guess we'll see. I'm in trouble at home because I haven't been doing my share of the housework, apparently. sue me....
Canadian cricket team snags first ever win in cricket World Cup, over Bangladesh. Joyous Canadians rise as one to shout: we have a cricket team?
Yesterday's midterm went well, I think, although I gave the wrong year for the implementation of the Criminal Code and one other wrong answer that I know of. Guess we'll see. I'm in trouble at home because I haven't been doing my share of the housework, apparently. sue me....