zan: (Basic: WTF?!)
So, for the people who may or may not know, I'm a Library Science student in my second semester. One of my classes involves information in the digital age and culture. To study this, of course, we have to define what 'information' is. Is it a tangible thing or some concept? In this essay by Michael Buckland, I've come across a quote that disturbs me greatly not for any ideas it puts across, but for its progression of examples.

"Firstly, it leaves unanswered the question of what to call other informative things, such as fossils, footprints, and screams of terror."

...screams of TERROR. IDEK.
zan: (Basic: Studying)
I just recognized something about the creative thesis that I hadn't thought of while I was writing it. At least, I hadn't recognized it completely. I was writing about the control of information. He pointed that out and I had some ideas that I didn't really have time to add, but it didn't really hit me until I was reading some homework for the class that hasn't started yet.

"Should one focus on canons and traditions, or strive for diversity? Should archivists collect documents as amply as possible, or organize what they hold so that it will be more usable; for example, through digitization, which makes some collections accessible through computers?"

The Librarian character - and oddly, I didn't connect his character with the degree I'm going for next until now, either - was hoarding information instead of letting it be freely available. In short, he was creating a collection with a viewership of one. Two, if you count his assistant. Funny the things you think of after you turn in the assignment.
zan: (Default)
Tagging Hiatus:

This is for all of my games. I know I've be le suck lately. Finals are coming up and I've been having to work on my creative thesis. This means that I'm not going to be tagging.

For TR this means that while I will be tagging my pups in to the party later today, I won't be making the rounds or tagging back anyone until tomorrow.
zan: (Basic: SWEAR)
Are there any English majors who might understand what I mean by 'tracking tropes' in novels willing to look over a paper for me this Wednesday or Thursday? I apparently just don't get it and it's completely frustrating me. Mostly because I need an A on this final paper if I want to get a B for the class and I've been getting nothing but C's.
zan: (Other: Homework/IM)
If you'd asked me two and a half years ago, what I'd be doing right now, it wouldn't have come close to what I'm actually doing.

That's not quite true. I would have said one thing - what I'm actually doing - and meant something else completely. I would have meant that I would be likely still stuck in telemarketing positions. Crappy office jobs that always seem to screw me over in one way or another. Day after day of mindless repetition where all I want to do is go home and sleep and I have little motivation or interest in anything beyond the day-to-day.

Two years and four months ago, I found out I was losing my job. Not because of anything I did, but just because they were closing the center in Tucson. By a miracle I'm still in shock about, I had managed to clear off most of my debt and had just enough money to apply for the summer session. Not only that, I was able to get financial aid. Those were a long few months.

Honestly, I was scared out of my wits the first time I went to class and thereafter for a few weeks. I'd completely bombed on the last college experience. Was I going to do it again? To some degree, I can answer that with a yes. I'm a slacker. I get the assignments done at the last possible moment and sometimes that leads to a slightly lower grade than I might otherwise get. I can, however, compare that with my previous experience, where I would skip classes for half the semester and then go in once or twice just because I felt like I should. I always started with the best of intentions until a lack of motivation caused me to miss a class. And then two. And then more. By that point, it was far too late to catch up.

Now? Sure I'm scared. I'm overwhelmed with the idea that I'm going to have to read upwards of twenty novels over the course of a semester and who knows how many handouts. With the fact that the damned Lit Theory book I so dreaded last semester is required in one class and recommended for another one. That I not only have to learn Spanish (I still haven't particularly studied or caught up this summer) but Old English as well.

But hey. I got a 3.5 GPA last semester. This time around, I can at least make that a 3.75, right?
zan: (Default)
Got an A in Linguistics by the skin of my teeth. Next up, food and home and studying for...something. <.
zan: (Default)
Last night I had a dream. Yes, this is actually kind of surprising as I only tend to have dreams in clusters every few months. I actually dreamed that I was taking my Honors Seminar final and not only did I forget to bring the PDF's with me for everyone, I completely freaked out when it comes to timing when I'm going to change what I'm writing in order to do something else.

In short, I'm worried about the final and it's in a week and a day.

Also, I'm not sold on my glasses. I'm going to give myself an hour to try to get adjusted to them (as I just woke up), but if they're going to give me a headache and annoy me, I'm going to have to go back to my original glasses. Just for another week.

I know I've been a bit of a bitch the last few weeks and I apologize to pretty much everyone. All I can say is that it'll be over soon, for better or worse.
zan: (Basic: Studying)
Following in [livejournal.com profile] unholynotions' footsteps, see my schedule.  Not reflected is a Spa201 web class.

Schedule beneath here )
zan: (Other: What the Fuck)
Let's set the scene.

Friday, I had class, grabbed a coffee, and went to study and do tags. I grabbed BK and about three minutes in, my stomach decided to be majorly unhappy with me. To the point where I didn't think I'd be able to ride the entire way home, let alone bike home from the bus.

So I asked for a ride.

Sunday afternoon, I come back to campus to have an appointment with my partner for an oral Linguistics report. Things go fine, I go back to study for a few hours, and leave twenty minutes before the bus is supposed to show. It gives me time to stop, grab a soda, and grab my bike.

Except there is no bike.

I have a routine and sometimes I mix it up, so I look in the three or four spots I normally park it. Nothing. I look again and then a third time. Absolutely nothing.

This is the point I call the police.

So, as far as I know, my bike's been stolen. I'm going to look tomorrow again every since conceivable spot that I could have parked it, just to make sure that I didn't try a shortcut, but I'm pretty sure I parked it where I always do, which means it's gone.

Then (oh, did you think that was the only thing to happen, silly person?) [livejournal.com profile] bugly42's parents take me out to this amazing Italian restaurant to cheer me up. The food is always great and I order what I always get: spaghettini with baby clams in red sauce. It takes about fifteen minutes to get our salads and there are onions on them. Rob (the dad) is allergic to onions and the salads go back. Then Sherry (the mom) finds an onion in her salad and it goes back. The third time her salad comes back, it has blue cheese instead of ranch.

The manager comes over and, while he's talking, Rob realizes that while he didn't taste the onion, he must have had some. Did I mention he's violently allergic? No, he doesn't die or have to go to the hospital, but that's only because he caught it before he could have any more.

Really, this weekend can just end right now.
zan: (Basic: Studying)
I just want to say a preemptive 'I'm sorry' because I know that I might be a little bitchy and snappish during the next three weeks. Finals are coming up and I'm extremely worried about them. I'm sure I'll do fine and everything, but right now I'm beyond stressed and I know that I tend to inadvertently take that out on other people. I'll try my best not to, but if I do, this is me apologizing profusely.

*Buries her head back in the sand*
zan: (Text: No Comment)
So, I'm not entirely sure how I did on the matching quotes section. Those suck. I think I did okay on the essay. This fills me with hope. Now I have a meeting to get to in two hours and then I can relax (or throw up, depending).
zan: (Text: To the Power of Meh)
A C for my midterm. I can live with that. Not happily, but I can live.
zan: (Basic: Studying)
Not horrible. I'm about halfway through the paper and I already know that it needs a hell of a lot of revising. At least it's a start. At the moment, I'm BSing my point and I'll tie in outside sources and cut out extraneous information.
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zan: (Default)
In three and a half days (88 hours and 7 minutes, to be exact) I have a 7-page analytical essay to turn in for a class that I haven't done the reading on. Why haven't I done the reading? Because there's been tons of reading for everything else and I've wanted to keep up where I had things like quizzes or midterms. It's only analytical theory, right? Hah. Right. I'm going to be doing tons of internet research over the next day.

Consider this my 'I'm going to be stressed the next few days' notice.

I'm still going to be around and chatting and RPing, but I refuse to do the entire essay on Monday night. So, because of that, I'm going to remind myself just how much I have left to write.

Zokutou word meter
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Wish me luck.
zan: (Other: Gemini)
I HAVE A COMPUTER! And I have lack of sleep because I need to finish Gulliver's Travels. Whoops?

So: Random coincidence of the day. When I went to the bus, I ended up talking to this girl from my Linguistics class. She's pretty recognizable because of her blue hair and I see her pretty much every time I go to the bus. I end up finding out that I'm not the only non-youngster in the class (25, wow, old) and that she's in the English Honors college, too. Now comes the funny part.

Once I get my computer up and running, I open my e-mail and let it download the gazillion e-mails that have been waiting for me. One of them is a friends request for Facebook from 'Jenny'. Huh, I think. Do I know a Jenny? I click on it and lo and behold, it's the girl I talked to on the bus. And even weirder? Her birthday? 6/19. For those of you who don't know? That's my birthday.

Cue the Twilight Zone theme.
zan: (Basic: Studying)
The following is from my Honors Lit Theory class:

"The perspective of the aesthetics of reception mediates between passive reception and active understanding, experience formative of norms, and new production. If the history of literature is viewed in this way within the horizon of a dialogue between work and audience that forms a continuity, the opposition between its aesthetic and its historical aspects is also continually mediated. Thus the thread from the past appearance to the present experience of literature, which historicism had cut, is tied back together.

...remind me why I'm an English major? *Tries to wade through twenty pages of this*

There will be SotP when I'm in class.
zan: (Text: Sleep/Caffeine)
Managed to see the speech about an hour later because of stupid class, but did see it. Now I struggle to stay awake for class because I only got about five hours of sleep. Wonderful. I don't think I'll ever get used to mornings.
zan: (Default)
So it's another semester. On the list?

ENGL322  001 0330PM-0445PM  TR  CHEM 209 (Structure & Meaning of Words)

ENGL373B 003 0900AM-0950AM  MW  EDUC 211 (Brit & Amer Lit before 19th Century)
             0900AM-0950AM  F   HARV 452

ENGL380  003 0930AM-1045AM  TR  ENGR 307 (Lit Analysis)

ENGL496A 006 0200PM-0315PM  TR  EDUC 502 (Honors Junior Seminar)


Why yes. You got that right. 9am (or close) classes every morning. To get there, I have to leave at 6:30 every morning. This is going to kill me. Add to that the fact that I have to ride by bike the entire way and I'm more than a dead woman. Tomorrow is just going to be a test of my stamina, since I have classes until almost 5pm. Luckily, I also have a three hour break in between my first and second class. Lunch and nap, here I come.
zan: (Basic: Studying)
So, status on life:

2 tests down and I actually feel like I did okay on them. Both of them were Lit and I actually felt sort of prepared for them before going in. This is good.

1 test to go, in Psychology, and it's the test that I don't feel prepared AT ALL for, so I'm panicking a little and I'm going to be spending the next two days studying my ass off.

My computer has officially crapped out on me. Well, not the computer and everything inside, but the cover hinge has gone again, which means that I think I'm going to put in a call TONIGHT instead of tomorrow, just to make sure they can be here by Friday. I really, really want my laptop fixed and in working order before the holidays begin. Mostly because I know I won't have time once they're over because of school starting back up.

Uhh, tomorrow I'm going to be doing a rewrite of Kon's app to send in to Squot for a final beta and it should be out to the mods by the end of the weekend, I think. And then I crash and crash hard. The day after my tests end (Friday, unless I'm really lazy), expect to not see me around at all. I'm going to be hiding with the DS and library books and will just be taking a much needed sanity break.

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