People just don’t understand.
Lately people at work have been asking what I’m taking in school. Depending on the person (because I’m really good at guessing how understanding they will be) I’ve either been telling them that I want to teach or that I want to be a librarian. Teaching is a career that’s really accepted at work, I think because a lot of the guys’ wives are teachers and it’s a career that they are more familiar with. If I tell people I want to get my Master’s in Library Studies, then they start asking questions, like, “It takes that long to become a librarian? Why? Are librarians even going to be relevant anymore? How many more years of school is that going to be?” etc. etc. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.
Librarians are more important than ever! Do you know how many people don’t know how to use Boolean search terms to find what they’re looking for?! Does no one realize how hard it is to try and find something on the internet if you use the wrong search terms, or too many, or too little? Does no one understand how MASSIVE the internet is??? yeesh.
All 8 Harry Potter Movies Reduced to Spells
Expecto to watch this.
I really hate dealing with paperwork stuff at my school.
Like I got an email from my faculty today saying, the earlier you apply for graduation and certification, the better! So, being all up on being ahead of the game, I decide to click the link to apply. Lo and behold, the program sheet they have for my year of acceptance is the old one. They changed it during my second term of my second year. They just switched 2 classes around (they have certain courses you HAVE to take during your practicums, and they switched one course out in favour of another), but it gets confusing, especially if you’re like me and you’re really anal about filling out forms and shit. I found the right one, but still. I mean, they took the time to email everyone in my year about this change and send them a new form, but they couldn’t update the blank one on their website?? LAAME. And if I want to go talk to my advisor I have to book 2 weeks in advance or else just email her. I’ve only ever emailed her, never met her in my life because I can’t be bothered to book an appointment when it would only last 3 minutes, and can be explained in a few lines of text. My friend is in the Science faculty and they have a drop-in policy. I love drop-in anything! It’s convenient for nearly everyone.
Then I figured out I need my marks for next year before I can apply. SO I’ll have to wait almost a year to do all this anyhow. Thanks a lot.
I’m getting nervous about applying to Library School. FUCK. Like freaking out. I’m going to start soon, but I only have 1, possibly 2, referees, and I need 3. I would like to have them send their reference letters all at the same time, and I should apply first before I get them to do this. Bahhhh. BREATHE.
I’m going to bed. I’m really tired. My arm hurts, either from lifting heavy stuff yesterday at work or else pushing my bike up the stairs on the hillside 3 times this week. I’m such a wimp. I think that’s why I’m so tired too. It’s only like 10 minutes, not even, of moderately intense exercise, but I’m not used to it. Add “out of shape” to my list of things I am. I did bike 3 times this week, hoping for #4 tomorrow! Yay! I’m (mostly) on track of my 3x/week goal.
dear internet, let me tell you some things about my public-school-in-georgia sex education.
pictured above is my abstinence til marriage card, given to me in my eighth grade health class. as you can see, i did not sign it, so it is non-binding. they were “optional” but the teacher placed the basket at the front of the class and stared us down. my 13-year-old self had a very brief dilemma between 1. making a stand and not getting one or 2. getting one because it’s fucking hilarious. i am very glad i chose the latter, because as i predicted, this is now something hilarious to show everyone.
that year in health we also learned “how to spot the identifying features of a crack baby” which is literally nothing but lies. we had a system of anonymous questions, and once someone asked “how do i know if i’m a lesbian?” our teacher looked disgusted and she replied “how would i know? i’m not a lesbian!”
EDIT i forgot to mention when she gave these to us she suggested we “cut up our cards together with our husbands on our wedding day” and i remember thinking, fuck if i marry someone from my middle school
the next time i had sex ed in high school it was taught by a dude gym coach who spent the whole time talking about his daughters. the book we were learning from listed “low self-esteem” “stunted social growth” and “depression,” among others, as consequences of premarital sex. at one point, it asked us to fill in the disadvantages of having an abortion. our teacher went, “well, i’m personally against abortion, so we’re just going to skip this section,” which confused me, because it was explicitly asking for an argument against abortion.
the last time i had sex ed it was pretty good and there were free condoms and we got little bottles of lube every time we answered questions, but i don’t think that counts cause it was in an intro to women’s studies class.
dead
GOING FOR THE GOLD
…And of course ONE person keeping that “gold” commitment is enough to not get any sexually trasmitted diseases, right?
kind of vaguely related but mostly I want to tell this story:
This one time Matron came in to give use sex ed (I went to a posh all-girl’s grammar school, we had a Matron) and started telling us about anal sex. Didn’t even touch on vaginas that whole session. The problem being I and my friends were already into slash fiction at this point so spent the whole time thinking of it as research.
Oh wow. Yet another reason I’m so glad I live in the backwoods of Canada and not the southern USA because even us backwoods people are taught proper sex Ed, like how to use condoms and the facts on STIs and pregnancy. Not that it matters, I know at least 3 girls who got pregnant in the last 3 years we’ve been out of high school, although I’m pretty sure two of them were intentional pregnancies and not accidents.
Pantry Organization
Oh pleeeease can I have a pantry like this someday? Please please please? It looks so calm!
OKAY, THIS IS GREAT.
this kid gets points.
equality, you’re doing it right.
Pure. Fucking. Genius.
wow this .
thats the biggest slap in the face. PREACH IT.
i worship this kid, i really do.
♥
YesyesYES!!
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“90-DAY LIMITED WARRANTY”
god damn it capcom. you didn’t even have enough pages.
“Not thirty minutes ago wandering free as an idiot on the fields but now mine, mine.”
This could mean anything, but if you asked for a sentence or two before or after that one it would probably mean I was into bondage XD
”(?in love?)”
Can this be true?
[page 45 is a full-sized photo of a loon]
Put the pears in small dishes and pour on the hot sauce.
(LOL)
“Hang On” blurted Harry. “What about my punishment?” - PoA page 45
“Yes.” Well. Mmk.
“It will never come to that.”
Pausing only to employ a few of Uncle Vernon’s choicest swear words, he staggered back into the kitchen, clutching his head and staring out of the window into the back garden. HPatDH.
Sounds rough. Gusta. :|
The papers next day were full of the “Brixton Mystery,” as they termed it.
“Ah, so the woman was his wife.”
“we don’t even know who we’re supposed to be investigating”- o.O](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4i5gwwFK31rwita4o1_400.jpg)
“90-DAY LIMITED WARRANTY”
god damn it capcom. you didn’t even have enough pages.
“Not thirty minutes ago wandering free as an idiot on the fields but now mine, mine.”
This could mean anything, but if you asked for a sentence or two before or after that one it would probably mean I was into bondage XD
”(?in love?)”
Can this be true?
[page 45 is a full-sized photo of a loon]
Put the pears in small dishes and pour on the hot sauce.
(LOL)
“Hang On” blurted Harry. “What about my punishment?” - PoA page 45
“Yes.” Well. Mmk.
“It will never come to that.”
Pausing only to employ a few of Uncle Vernon’s choicest swear words, he staggered back into the kitchen, clutching his head and staring out of the window into the back garden. HPatDH.
Sounds rough. Gusta. :|
The papers next day were full of the “Brixton Mystery,” as they termed it.
“Ah, so the woman was his wife.”
“we don’t even know who we’re supposed to be investigating”- o.O
I really would love to get into astronomical photography.
But first I need a telescope. And a camera that doesn’t shut off if you move it a certain way ( I think it has a loose connection in it or something, I need to get it fixed). I need money. Mannnnnn. One day I WILL own a telescope. This year I resolve to go to the university’s brand new observatory. I’ve been meaning to go for the past 3 years and just never made it but I swear I will this year I swear it. Even if it’s just at lunch to go look at the sun through a filtered telescope. They posted pictures they took through the telescope on their Facebook page. There was a beautiful one of Saturn. It was so tiny, not like most images you see of Saturn taken by powerful telescopes or fly-by probes like Cassini. It was just stunning.
