Good morning.
This morning the administrative secretary of OASIS (Office of Academic Support something something - the tutoring center), a lovely person named Evelyn, send me a very sweet get-well e-card. Those sorts of things make any day much better.
Temporarily Mute
I lost my voice yesterday and it's been gone all day. It's so frustrating when people try to talk to you and you just want to yell at them to stop trying to have a conversation with you when you can't talk and trying to talk will only make it worse. I think it's because of a sinus infection, but I'm not sure. I'm going to go into urgent care over the weekend to get some antibiotics if I'm not feeling better. I want to give my body a chance to fight it off without the antibiotics, but I'm not going to let myself get sicker trying.
Steph and I are watching the news right now. Did anyone else see President Bush dancing? It's like the grandpa at his granddaughter's wedding who thinks that the smack in "Smack That" is referring to a loud kiss on the cheek.
Explanation
Updated blog name might need some explanation. It comes from the first three letters from my first, middle, and soon-to-be last name. I googled it and it yielded no results. I like that.
I'm home until Tuesday and finally that tight knot in my stomach is starting to untie itself. I don't feel like throwing up every time I think of school anymore. This is a very hard semester.
This is what Cody gave me for Valentine's Day today. It replaces my engagement ring while I'm working in shop or with something messy on a model. I absolutely love it.
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=9349388
While you're checking out the ring, look around a little more. Etsy is an online marketplace for all things handmade. There are some amazing artists with their work there.
The hand is better, and although it hurts more tonight than it has since the night it happened, the bruising and swelling has gone down significantly. I used it more than I should have today though. The part that worries me is that it hurts between where my thumb joins my hand and my wrist, which isn't anywhere near where the block of wood hit me. I go back to the doctor Wednesday.
I almost cried.
Jeffrey Kim teaches the Rhino mini studio that Steph and I are talking. We're the only second years in the class and he always picks on us and teases us for being second years. He reviewed us first today and he told us that he likes our idea for the
Evolo tower competition and then he announces to the class that we have the best project he's seen and that they can't let two second years beat them. He asked to make sure that we're coming in on our holiday on Monday to get extra help, which is a problem because I'll be back home and I've got appointments set up with florists and rental companies for the wedding. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle that one yet.
My ego is bruised more.
Yesterday in woodshop, I was teaching a shop safety course for a first year who hadn't taken it yet. We go to the drill press and I explain to her how it works and I ask her if she would like me to demonstrate. She says yes, so I find a piece of material to cut. Karni had just used the machine with a 3/4" bit, so I just use that. I get all the way through the piece of plywood and I look up at the girl to give her a piece of instruction, and my grip slips and the bit picks up the piece of wood and starts spinning it really fast, smashing it into my hand. It's bruised and swollen, but the cuts aren't bad. HR sent me to their occupational medical center and the doctor there is having me come back tomorrow because he is worried that there is numbness and pain along the nerve into my shoulder.
02-13-08
I hate picking up old blogs for the same reasons I hate seeing people I went to high school with and no longer talk to. There's too much to cover that happened in the time between to even try, but to not talk about it at all seems fragmented and mysterious, like something horrible happened that no one wants to talk about. I'll quickly bring this blog up to date.
Studio 2A was horrible from start to finish. I don't even want to talk about it. Theory was a great class, everything else was barely interesting. That's about it.
My birthday was about a month ago. I spent it exactly how I wanted, with most of my friends from back home and a couple glasses of wine over the night. Chelsea turned 18 about a week later and we went to hookah.
Cody and I celebrated the anniversary of our engagement this last weekend. Four months to go and I'm so excited. We're starting to look at places to live. We want to move into a house right away since the market is low, but we're not sure we want to be so permanent right away. We're looking at living near the 5 in North County because the weather is always wonderful and it's easy to get to my school and where Cody will be working and going to school. Cody is in, what I hope, is his last semester at Biola before transferring somewhere else. There is no reason for a school to force its students through so much red tape.
This semester is going so much better than last. I love my studio professor, Tim Durfee. He's very intelligent and kind and the fact that he tells students they're doing well instead of always giving negative criticisms encourages us to work harder. Novel. Aesthetics is one of the best classes I've taken here. The professor is Italian which makes any class that much better. Structures 2 is kicking my ass, but it's the last class of it's kind, so that's encouraging. Pro-Practice is very tedious and uninteresting and it's all done in group projects. Group projects are usually a horrible idea. I hate working in groups because no one seems to do things how I think are right, which may or may not be right, but if all of the work is done by a single person, it will at least be seamless.
That brings most things up to speed. New post soon.
