ARE YOU FLIPPIN' KIDDING ME?

I am currently to angry to study so I thought I would vent to make me feel better. So here goes...

I am yet to get a good nights sleep since school started. Granted it is sometimes my fault staying up to late doing homework, but even when I do go to bed early I have trouble sleeping and wake up several times in the middle of the night. Well, Sunday I think it was, I was in bed the earliest I have ever been in the last month. And work phoned at 11:30pm and 4:00 am asking me to come in. I have school for crying out loud I can't skip class for a job that pays me $9.50! I am getting really annoyed because they have done this several times. The schedule says that I can't work week days. Grrrr!

Yesterday, when I showed up for my micro lab the instructor says that it is going to take until about 7pm because there is 40 students and three bloody microscopes. So I can't go home while I wait because I will lose my place in line. And I am flippin' starving because I missed breakfast and I had class all morning until the lab started at 1:30. Then I had the unfortunate experience of having good results which meant that I had to count over 7000 stupid heamolytic plaques. I'm still seeing spots man. Those microscopes are like looking into the sun. My retinas are burning!

Today after class I went to ask one of my professors a couple of questions about the material before the midterm and he flat out refused to help. He gave like a ten minute speech about why he refuses to help. And he had revolting breath. I followed him all the way to his office, got shut down and trying not to cry, I have to listen to him while he breaths death breath right in my face.

Ooh, gotta run to class!

FACEBOOK

For those of you who read this blog religiously, (Carissa!) I apologize that it has been so long since I last posted, but I am ridonculously busy and the only reason I have time right now is because I am meeting a friend in 15min and that isn't enough time to start my calculations or figure out monoclonal selection theory.

So I joined the phenomenon known as Facebook a few months ago. I'm not really a big fan of it, but it has become one of the most commonly used methods of communication, at least with my friends so I deal with it. But really, I live in the same flippin' city, call me! It's free for crying out loud! Do you not possess the social skills required to make a phone call? Heaven forbid you actually have to talk to someone and carry on the minute conversation required to make plans for the weekend. And do I really need a list of people whom I have come across at some point in my life but will probably never talk to again because we were never actually friends in the firs place?

Anyway... as I was saying I don't really care for Facebook in general, but one thing that does provide some entertainment is the "Groups" application. There are some rather hilarious groups you can join. One of my favourite groups, where I actually felt a strong sense of belonging and being understood is titled, "Awkward moments define my life". I have considered creating a few groups of my own, however, being as busy as I am, I don't have time to actually go through the process. Perhaps if any of you have the time to create the following groups send me an invitation.

My life feels like an awkward teen romance movie

I went to the grocery store in the middle of baking a cake and forgot to take off my apron

A guy used an english translation dictionary to propose to me

Recipients of unwanted lovey-dovey eye looks

I sat in a broken chair and fell over backwards in a large class

I have sneezed and blown snot out of my nose during an exam (and it was still attached in my nose)

I have fallen asleep in class and drooled on my paper

Idiots who have posted on their own wall in reply to a message

OFF TO A GREAT START!

I have been extremely busy the last couple of weeks, it is 10pm and I am just now sitting down for supper. I think blogging is definitely going to take a back seat until I can catch up with life. But I have been having such a great first week of school I had to tell you. In order to keep this post relatively short I will just tell you about the last two days in point form. Here goes...

MONDAY
- up at 6:30 to get to school by 7:45 to do IVCF stuff (only 4 hours of sleep)
- running late, can't find bus pass, frantically searching for pass or enough change to catch bus
- 1st class: printed notes for class but forgot on desk at home
- 2nd class: WTH? Totally lost
- 3rd class: prof late, then talks so slow that by the time she finishes a sentence you forgot what she was talking about
-12:30 accidentally double booked myself so I had to tick off one of my friends
- 1:30 GOOD:got ride from friend home (no bus pass), BAD: tea spilled all over me and books/notes
-6-11ish work on flyers for IV to hand out at display table
- 11ish-11:23 print flyers
- 11:24 run out of ink
- 11:25 cry for a bit
-11:40 move onto homework

Tuesday
- 8am run to staples for ink
- finish printing flyers and go to school
- find out display table not reserved, none available until next week
- half flyers now obsolete as they advertise this weeks event
- 1st class: unprepared b/c I was making flyers all night
- 2nd class: misread room change, sat through psych instead of nutrition
-1pm told that the room booked for 24-7 prayer we can't have anymore, the other half of flyers now obsolete
- want to cry but can't b/c at school
- 1:30 lab, had to kill then remove spleen from a poor little mouse (comparatively I suppose my day was better then his), this was hard for me, I almost cried a couple years ago when I accidentally squished my amoeba

CAN'T KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE

So here is more of why I am not a responsible care taker of children.

I often laugh at things they do or say, not because they are funny, in fact most of the time they are not appropriate, but because that is just my response when I am caught of guard. And sometimes they are funny because I have no class.

So we are sitting at lunch and this one little guy lets the biggest, funniest fart rip ever. I considered checking his pants. It was absolutely hilarious. All the kids were laughing, but we are supposed to teach them good manners. As the teacher I am supposed to a) not laugh, b) quiet down all the kids and c) teach the boy that flatulence is not welcome at the table. I didn't even make it past the first step. And all the kids noticed. I was tearing up trying to stop myself from laughing while the other teacher had control the situation all by herself.

On a similar note, another little guy is just potty training. Apparently going #2 is very awkward and uncomfortable for them on the potty so it is common for kids to try and hold it in. This, as you can imagine, can cause some serious cramps. This poor boy hadn't gone for days I guess, and was complaining of a sore tummy. We had put him in a pull up (side note: pull ups are the stupidest things in the world, just buy regular diapers for crying out loud) because we went to MacDonalds and it is too hard to deal with partially potty trained kids in a restaurant. We noticed him walking funny on the way home and guessed what had happened. I was the lucky one who got to changed the poor guy. He looked so embarrassed and worried about it. I brought him into the bathroom to change him. I partly opened just one side of the pull up to check the deposit and it spilled out. He was overflowing with excrement. Down his leg and on his new Spiderman underpants. I felt so bad for him, he was so traumatized by the situation. It didn't help that one of the other kids was pointing out that there was poo on his wiener and pants and on the floor. I, not knowing what to do, and finding it hilarious that I am the lucky one who gets to clean this up, chuckle as I am trying to assure this child it is okay and get the other to stop pointing out what a mess this is. I don't think I was very reassuring.

Sometimes I just don't know what to say. I think there are times when there is nothing you can say. One 5 year old told me as I was monitoring the bathroom,
"Sometimes when I poop my eyes cry."
How do you respond.

Lastly we will leave the bathroom to the art room. Everyone had to draw a picture for a kid who was leaving at the end of the month. One boy decided to draw a picture of people. I asked what he was drawing for the sake of conversation and without skipping a beat he told me,
"It's a person, with a head and legs, a belly button and boobies."
"And what?"
"A belly button adn boobies."
Sorry, I couldn't hear you the other kids are being to loud. What was the last thing you said?"
"BOOBIES!"
I tried to hide a little chuckle, I was shocked that this kid knew what boobies were. He's a preschooler for crying out loud.
"Uh, that's not a word for daycare. I don't want to hear it again."
"Well why did you make me say it three times."
Smartass

I WAS ONLY SAYING IT BECAUSE IT RHYMED

So I was changing a little boy's diaper at daycare yesterday. He's almost 2 years old I think. Absolutely adorable. At the age where he loves to repeat everything you say, so he has picked up some of my standards, like "Whoopsie daisies", "Oh golly", and "Okey dokey Smokey". He loves that last one, I think because it rhymes. Because of that when he starts to get cranky I try to connect a string of words that rhyme. Well, while I was changing him he got a little upset because the baby wipes were cold. In keeping with the spirit of rhyming, I said,

"Oh dear, chilly willy eh big guy. Chilly willy."

I think I got that from the penguin cartoon that played after Woody Woodpecker. But it rhymed and made him happy so I repeated it a few times. And bless his little heart, he repeated after me, and now associates having his diaper changed with a "chilly willy". Hope he doesn't say that in front of his parents.

Whoops!