The storm rolled in about fifteen minutes ago. It's loud and stormy, and I hate lightning. Sure, it looks amazing, but growing up in Houston with spindly pine trees outside my 2nd floor bedroom window makes me really uneasy when it happens at night. I remember one time it was particularly bad and I grabbed my comforter, walked into the game room (away from any windows) and made a nest on the floor and slept there for the rest of the night. Thankfully the sirens in Grapevine and Coppell haven't gone off yet. That's when I grab the rat ladies and Rudie and head into the bathroom and shut the door.
Today is the third day of my grad school introductory workshop, and I have to say, I really hope the actual master's degree classes are a little more intellectual. I have really big problems with them lowering the bar so that stupid people with no grammatical knowledge are allowed to pursue higher education. Granted, by the same token I feel education should be available to everyone; I just don't think some of these people are running on all cylinders if you know what I mean. I now know why Jay was so frustrated so much of the time with the caliber of his online program.
Also, I am morally opposed to any institution of higher learning that allows you to run your paper through a computer program to instantly edit your grammar and spelling. I am also insulted that I spent four years dissecting and devouring the English language as a part of my bachelor's degree only to be asked as a part of a module: "Tell me what you learned from [this grammar-checking program]". I didn't learn anything, you git, other than in spite of the alleged self-masturbatory glories of this program it failed to detect and eliminate an extra superfluous comma in the sample paragraph.
I call massive bullcrap on an educational program that endorses and glorifies a tool that eliminates students' desire to review and objectively edit their own work. I KNOW YOU'RE IN GRAD SCHOOL BUT TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN AND LET MAMA COMPUTER DO IT FOR YOU, MKAY KIDS?!?! Whatev. My sixteen-year-old sister is smarter than half these grown-ass morons - but then again, I am going to stop right there with my criticisms and I'm not going to judge people. In fact, rather than go down that road and start ranting, I rather applaud all of them for wanting to better themselves. And that's all I'm going to say about that, other than I REALLY wish I could have taken a proficiency exam and tested out of this module, which is insulting to my intelligence at best.
I am hoping that once I'm in the master's program and away from all the undergrads present in the orientation forums that things will pick up and I will have the ride of my life. I'm hoping!! If not I am going to quietly get my master's degree then do some independent study of the CPA exam before subjecting myself to that particular torture.
On a better note, I am taking today off because we are going to see little brother in not one, but two plays this weekend! Jay's car is being a huge POS so I'm driving. I don't mind at all - I'm used to being in my car (actually I rather like driving my car if we're not in stop-and-go traffic and we're moving the whole time) - and I'd rather have us in something reliable with me driving than take the Mazda Methuselah and have it break down an hour and a half into the trip. The car is a tank, no joke, but it needs a break after its tribulations yesterday.
So now I am going to turn on Freedom for an hour and get some housework done. Our rented washing machine is being ghetto and the spin cycle is broken and they're coming some time today to fix it (or replace - hopefully replace - can you tell I'd rather just have a new machine? lol) and I'd rather not come home from a long weekend and find a repairman has tripped over the clutter, fallen, and lethally injured himself while we've been gone. Happy quasi-weekend, lovelies!!
