Ahhhh! I forgot to write down my homework after finishing the test!


I did have fun playing on Wordle though!

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I have heard a lot about how the next generation is ruining English because of text talk. This argument is sorely invalid and narrow minded.

As an individual who studies both English and Math, an unusual combination, I no longer see the argument that grammarians have against texting. I can write w/ shrt hand n u can no what I m sayin. :) Mathematicians do it all the time! I had a dream last night about epsilon. Epsilon is a symbol that stands for a very small number. There are many more that even those who do not study math would know:
= means equals
+ mean plus or add
- means subtract or take away
x ( ) or * means multiply

The list goes on and on. Most people when they see a sentence written with math symbols they just turn around and walk the other way. Why is text talk being picked on? I find myself shortening paragraphs when I take notes by using math symbols. Those symbols are permanently ingrained into my brain, so why not use them so I don't have to write out entire words when I am taking notes? What is the difference between that and teenagers using texting shorthand in their note taking?

Because math language is not challenged, then texting itself should not be challenged. I think a better argument than saying that kids are ruining the English language with text talk is to teach them when it is proper to use that language, like math language, and when to use PROPER ENGLISH.

As one of the rare individuals who enjoy both Math and English passionately, I have to see the argument that language and writing has to follow a specific formula as invalid. It is wrong. It is incorrect. I can c u r :) = English anarchy is not true. I can c u r :) = shorthand.

Shorthand... didn't that used to be a class offered in school?
 

Have you ever had anything happen that made you question everything? It may have been something so small and insignificant in the long run, but it made you question everything about your life? I have had that recently. It was a small and insignificant thing that I know won't matter in a week or so, but it made me question every aspect of my life. Should I drop out of school? Should I change my major? What kind of teacher will I really be? The event that happened had nothing to do with these topics, but has impacted them and more. Should I stop teaching my Sunday night class at church? Should I stop tutoring? Should I stop going to church all together? Should I stop dating?

I know that there are times in life when things seem more difficult because I am blinded by the current circumstances, but... I don't know. Am I really doing what God wants me to do? Is there any part of my life that is really pleasing to him? Is everything that I'm doing of my own desire and not his. I thought it wasn't of my own strength or desire, but now I don't know.

Should I have gotten on the boat to begin with? I've never felt like as much as a failure as I do right now.

Should I wait till the storm has passed, try to swim toward shore, or take the helicopter to safety? I am stuck on a boat in the middle of a storm and I want to take the helicopter out. But is that what God really wants me to do?


 

So I had Spring Break the last two weeks. That means I had house cleaning duty and sleep to catch up on the last two weeks. Now that I am back to school, my children have Spring Break. This means that I am gone to school and work most of the time they have off so they are enjoying watching movies and playing games most of the week alone. This sucks for me. I wish we could have them off at the same time so our trips to the movies, out to eat, and to stroll around Meijer Gardens doesn't make my day end after midnight because I'm waiting until they pass out to do my homework. I know that after three years I shouldn't still be complaining, but my children do not stop complaining about me being gone so why should I? I hate it just as much as they do, if not more. I sometimes wonder if this is worth me missing out on spending these days with them more, but then I think about the three years invested already and that I can almost taste my degree, I know that it is worth it. I need to keep going because the reward will be so much greater than the time spent to get there. I can look forward to spending more time with them, and having money (though not much) to do more with them when I am finished. It will definitely be worth it.

Spring Break is not for single, working parents who go to school themselves. It is for young, single college kids who have no responsibilites other than themselves. Spring Break for who? Not me.
 

So I finished the Hunger Games. I absolutely understand why people love it. I expected the Romeo and Juliet part though. I guess many people didn't. Burying Rue in the flowers was my favorite part. It's hard to see that as an act of rebellion but I guess with the circumstances of the book it makes sense. I haven't seen the movie yet. I'm waiting for my daughter to finish the book before I go see it so we can watch it together. I would have to recommend reading the book before seeing the movie still. Reading the book is always worth the time and the book is always better.

So here is what I did when I finished reading it. I had a fever of 102 but I wanted desperately to get my hands on the second book. So I go to Walmart, my first mistake, and pick up a copy that looks like it is the second book. I was all excited because I thought it was just released in paperback, my second mistake. I studied the cover to make sure that it was the right book, and it looked exactly like the second book cover. Unfortunately, it was the first book. I bought it and took it home and ran back to bed, snuggled under my blanker, opened the book and began reading the first page. I was not happy. Not that I can't use a second copy of the book. I'm sure I will never get the first copy back after my daughter is done and my son picks it up and reads it. I didn't have the strength to go back to the store. I haven't started the second book. Classes have started and the likelihood of starting a new novel is slim, but I'm trying to stay ahead of my work so I can find a day to sit and read it. Yes, I'm tortured. I knew I should have tried to make it to Meijer.
 

So the movie opens today and I still haven't finished the book. I was going to reward myself by buying a movie ticket but not until I finish the book. The book is always better. So far I'm on chapter two. Though it is a fast read, I need to find the time to sit down and read longer than just a couple pages. It is a good story so far and I'm looking forward to finishing it. If you are planning to watch the movie I would challenge you to read the book first. If you have already watched the move, obviously after today, then I challenge you to read the book anyway and see what is different. The truth is the book is always better!
 

So the winter quarter is over and exams are done. It is like a thousand pound weight has been lifted off of my chest, but I am still so tired. I know that there are hours of sleep to catch up on (yeah right) but I didn't think I would still be this exhausted. I want to spend an entire day just sleeping in my warm, comfortable bed, snuggled tightly to my pillow. I know of course this will never happen. The last three weeks of the quarter my house becomes the aftermath of a tornado and I will spend my two weeks off cleaning it up and getting it into the shape that I want it to be. Yes, this is a consistant cycle that the kids seem to help me to keep. I run out of steam near the end of the quarter and reminding them constantly to pick up after themselves just doesn't seem as important as staying awake while driving or storing enough energy to make it through that fourteen hour day. I am hoping that by time I start my next quarter I will be rested enough to feel that way.
 

It's 4:30 in the morning and I can't seem to fall back to sleep. The weight of my life is on my mind and I can't seem to lay it on my pillow to rest. I have caught up all my work after the kids being sick and myself being sick, but it seems that the work never ends. I'm listening to my children breathe in the next room and I can't imagine a better sound. I'm not sad. I'm not lonely. I'm not behind on my bills. I'm a single parent with little income attending college full time and making it just fine. But I still feel as though I am missing something. I am not doing something right, and it's nagging me to the point of distraction. So I sit here and type still not knowing what it is. This weight of my life I know is nothing in the bigger picture. Life changes all the time. Some days are good and others bad. I still look toward a tomorrow where I can keep going and make a difference in other's lives. I have never seen my children as happy as they are right now. That fills me with a greater joy than I have experienced in my entire life. But I still want to do better. I know my grammar in this blog is horrible, but I don't care. I don't think grammatically correct, or linear either. I haven't written in my blog hardly at all this year and I miss it. I miss the therapy of pouring my heart on the page. I have hardly written anything this year other than essays and memos. I miss it. I know I can never be a Kipling, or a Browning, or a Keats, or an Angelo, but I so much enjoy being me and writing with my style that it's hard when I have not taken the time to try. I have found myself as a writer and how many people can honestly say that? I learned that last year. I embraced that last year. And I have learned so much about myself since then. I've learned to see life through my own eyes. As silly as that sounds, it's true. That's kind of a cool line. Maybe I should use it in a poem. I have a half hour before my alarm goes off. I'm going to turn this off and try to get a few more moments of rest. It's going to be a good day. I know it.
 

I can't remember a time n my life when I have said, "I don't know," as much as I have this year. My divorce is complete, my children are happy, and school is going well. As far as anything else in life, I just don't know. I don't know how I feel. I don't know what is going to happen. I don't know. I just don't know.
 

There are those in our lives that make us remember what life is about. They make us remember why we are striving so hard in a world that always seems to be against us. I said goodbye to my aunt during the summer because we knew she would die. Still, her dying hasn't been easy to handle. I will always remember her face and her laugh and singing. I will always remember her voice and the way she struggled and stayed spirited through her battle with cancer. I will remember her strength when I am weak. I remember her singing and hear a song in my head when I am down. She was my inspiration and will always be. I will love deeper, and try harder to listen. Life will go on for the rest of us, but her memory will always remain. She was not here for nothing. I will remember what is important and live each day remembering.