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obliviousally_ljClass this week has just been tedious. I wish my professor was louder spoken because it's hard to pay attention when I'm struggling to hear him lecture.
I have a C+ (who grades on a +/- scale anymore?) in my Geography class. I keep getting dyslexic on the exams because it hurts my grade, but I sometimes mis-read the question and pick the wrong answer because of that. But a C+ isn't bad (I'm one point away from a B-) and we have a short paper due on the 17th that should even my grade out to at least a B. Which I am totally fine with.
I (and a few other people) have to kind of re-take our Life on Planet Earth exams because, since he let us take it home, we were supposed to answer all the questions and the quiz said we only had to answer five of them. So a few of us were confused, but he's going to let us answer the rest, which is awesome.
Also, we got drug outside in 90F weather to wander around the rec center, which was pretty much hell on earth. I don't know whose idea that was, but it sucked.
On the upside, was reminded the rec center has two ~amazing~ pools, so there's that.
The funeral last Saturday was actually quite pleasant. My mom was expecting it to be a trainwreck because she was running a million miles a minute, but it went really well. I had to read in front of ~everyone~ this story my mom likes called The Quilt. I was less upset about the subject matter in regards to the funeral as opposed to just ~reading in front of people~. But that was overlooked because everyone assumed me to be upset about my grandma, which I wasn't. If that makes sense.
I saw a lot of people I barely remembered and a lot of people I hadn't seen in a long time. More people recognized me than I, them.
Bud's mom, Lynn, complimented TJ on his hair and another person asked my mom if TJ was her grandson, which was hilarious and made TJ feel pretty good about passing successfully.
Afterwards, we went and got drinks with my mom and some other peoplee before heading back into Kent before things got too crazy since everywhere was doing 4th festivities the night of the 3rd.
My grandmother's urn. She didn't want to be cremated, but my mom couldn't afford anything else.
Old timey photos of my grandmother and her family. I love them. The ones of my mom and uncle as kids are hilarious because they're circa 60s/70s.
More recent photos and everyone who's been involved with our family in some way. Also: PHOTOS OF ME.
My grandmother and her sisters.
My grandfather (who lied his way into the Navy at 16 and was at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed). Also, my grandmother and grandfather.
Me, my Aunt Dolores, my mom and my Uncle Jimmy (my grandmother's brother).
My mom and her and my uncle's friends from high school/whatever. They've been a pretty solid staple in our family for as long as I can remember.
My mom, Bud and myself. I look faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat in these. D:
TJ and I being derps.
TJ and Johnny, who he sat next to at the service and Johnny wouldn't stop trying to make him laugh.
HOLY LORD A PHOTO WHERE HE'S NOT SCOWLING
And then it's gone.
Upon returning home, we saw the beginning of the fireworks (which are set off, like, right nearby our house).
Then, we found a possum in the backyard:
It was curled up in the backyard and didn't move at all when we approached it. It wasn't playing dead, because its ears were moving and all. So I picked it up in a shirt and brought it inside because it was so loud outside with the fireworks and there was just so much going on and so many people out and about.
He perked up upon being put in something safe, as well as ate and drank. He's not young enough to be with his mother still, being large enough to count as an adolescent. He was probably just out on his own. Surprisingly clean, as well, though he has what looks like a bite or something on his neck. It's healed up, but it looked concerning at first.
I was going to release him in the backyard, but I just don't want something to happen to him. So I'm going to contact someone locally who specializes in opossum rescues or something. I'd love to keep him, but I just can't manage a possum right now with going to school and everything. Having the raccoon was a lot of work and, yeah, they're about eighty times more work, but I also have a dog and two cats and such to take care of.
He is fucking adorable, though. So awkward and gangly and skullfaced.
It's been hot as balls lately. 90F almost every day. I've done nothing else but stay up until 6AM (because it's cooler at night) and drag myself through my class in the morning before coming home, complaining and then going to sleep until the sun goes down.
Although, Angie and I took Melanie down to the river and had quite the adventure IN the river, so that cooled us off a little.
I have a C+ (who grades on a +/- scale anymore?) in my Geography class. I keep getting dyslexic on the exams because it hurts my grade, but I sometimes mis-read the question and pick the wrong answer because of that. But a C+ isn't bad (I'm one point away from a B-) and we have a short paper due on the 17th that should even my grade out to at least a B. Which I am totally fine with.
I (and a few other people) have to kind of re-take our Life on Planet Earth exams because, since he let us take it home, we were supposed to answer all the questions and the quiz said we only had to answer five of them. So a few of us were confused, but he's going to let us answer the rest, which is awesome.
Also, we got drug outside in 90F weather to wander around the rec center, which was pretty much hell on earth. I don't know whose idea that was, but it sucked.
On the upside, was reminded the rec center has two ~amazing~ pools, so there's that.
The funeral last Saturday was actually quite pleasant. My mom was expecting it to be a trainwreck because she was running a million miles a minute, but it went really well. I had to read in front of ~everyone~ this story my mom likes called The Quilt. I was less upset about the subject matter in regards to the funeral as opposed to just ~reading in front of people~. But that was overlooked because everyone assumed me to be upset about my grandma, which I wasn't. If that makes sense.
I saw a lot of people I barely remembered and a lot of people I hadn't seen in a long time. More people recognized me than I, them.
Bud's mom, Lynn, complimented TJ on his hair and another person asked my mom if TJ was her grandson, which was hilarious and made TJ feel pretty good about passing successfully.
Afterwards, we went and got drinks with my mom and some other peoplee before heading back into Kent before things got too crazy since everywhere was doing 4th festivities the night of the 3rd.
My grandmother's urn. She didn't want to be cremated, but my mom couldn't afford anything else.
Old timey photos of my grandmother and her family. I love them. The ones of my mom and uncle as kids are hilarious because they're circa 60s/70s.
More recent photos and everyone who's been involved with our family in some way. Also: PHOTOS OF ME.
My grandmother and her sisters.
My grandfather (who lied his way into the Navy at 16 and was at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed). Also, my grandmother and grandfather.
Me, my Aunt Dolores, my mom and my Uncle Jimmy (my grandmother's brother).
My mom and her and my uncle's friends from high school/whatever. They've been a pretty solid staple in our family for as long as I can remember.
My mom, Bud and myself. I look faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat in these. D:
TJ and I being derps.
TJ and Johnny, who he sat next to at the service and Johnny wouldn't stop trying to make him laugh.
HOLY LORD A PHOTO WHERE HE'S NOT SCOWLING
And then it's gone.
Upon returning home, we saw the beginning of the fireworks (which are set off, like, right nearby our house).
Then, we found a possum in the backyard:
It was curled up in the backyard and didn't move at all when we approached it. It wasn't playing dead, because its ears were moving and all. So I picked it up in a shirt and brought it inside because it was so loud outside with the fireworks and there was just so much going on and so many people out and about.
He perked up upon being put in something safe, as well as ate and drank. He's not young enough to be with his mother still, being large enough to count as an adolescent. He was probably just out on his own. Surprisingly clean, as well, though he has what looks like a bite or something on his neck. It's healed up, but it looked concerning at first.
I was going to release him in the backyard, but I just don't want something to happen to him. So I'm going to contact someone locally who specializes in opossum rescues or something. I'd love to keep him, but I just can't manage a possum right now with going to school and everything. Having the raccoon was a lot of work and, yeah, they're about eighty times more work, but I also have a dog and two cats and such to take care of.
He is fucking adorable, though. So awkward and gangly and skullfaced.
It's been hot as balls lately. 90F almost every day. I've done nothing else but stay up until 6AM (because it's cooler at night) and drag myself through my class in the morning before coming home, complaining and then going to sleep until the sun goes down.
Although, Angie and I took Melanie down to the river and had quite the adventure IN the river, so that cooled us off a little.
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Date: 2010-07-09 02:37 pm (UTC)Also, pictures of you, in which no smiling is to be had. Seriously, NONE of those pictures, not even the old ones.
Also, it's funny what you said up there, because they implemented the +/- system like... two years ago at Kent.