More Repetitve Life.

I'm discovering that with online classes there is a very high level of expectation. With actual classes there really isn't a way for professors to make students go to class, other than to assign a lot of homework and quizzes that students can't make up. With online classes this isn't the case. If you don't log on and participate in the discussion forums, you fail the class. It's very simple. However the classes I'm taking this term are a little different in the fact that they have enormously structure requirements for the discussions that require a lot of work. It's slightly intimidating.

I got sent home from work two days this last week. The first day was Thursday. I arrived and the fair was dead. When my boss came out later and asked if anyone would volunteer to go home, I did. I'd had a little bit of a rough morning dealing with health insurance and no one else wanted to go. The other time I got sent home was yesterday. It was so hot (105 degrees) that after only 45 minutes of being there, my cheeks were flushed, I was sweating and showing signs of heat sickness. I'm not sure why I'm prone to it, but it seems that I am.

Other then school and work, I'm really not doing much at all. I miss Oregon so much. I can't wait to get back there.

Fall Term Online

After another week of working, two days off is nice. I'm adjusting to a 35 hour work week, but at the end of the day I do feel rather tired and grumpy. I blame it on the fact that I have to keep smiling all day, even at incredibly rude people. I find ways to have fun though and even though the pay seems meager, the only thing I'd change is being able to sell more food and not getting heat sick every day the temperature is over 90 degrees.

Classes started today. I'm still going to Mt Hood even though I can't physically go to class. I'm taking 5 classes this term, all online. My schedule is as follows:

General Sociology
American History
Computer Concepts
Computer Concepts Laboratory
College Writing

I'm excited about sociology. I'm going to be applying for the Mental Health/Human Services major in January as the first step on the road to becoming a social worker. It's another two years at a community college but the chance to start making connections, participate in internships and graduate with a degree that enables me to work at jobs that average around 10 to 14 dollars an hour is too tempting to refuse. According to the program brochere I'll be prepared to work in mental health, addiction treatment, community corrections, youth work, gerontology and other settings.

It's not exactly what I want my career to be, but best thing is if I complete the degree it transfers directly into Portland State's Child and Family studies departments. Meaning if I get into the Mental Health/Human Services program, it's likely that I'll get into the Child and Family Studies Program which gives me a much better chance at being accepted into the Social Work program at Portland State. And that's what I want.

First Week In A New Town

I've been living with my parents for a week now but it feels like it's been longer. My job is alright, but I'm not sure how much longer I'll have it. They over hired people to work at the food stand and there aren't enough customers. As a result I got sent home early today even though my manger really likes me. This recession sucks lol.

It's been pretty warm this week though we did have a couple of cooler days. It made me happy.

Missing G a lot. I tried hanging out at the fair with a guy from work today, and it was a total disaster. The guy had no energy, wasn't interested in having fun and didn't laugh once. I was super excited to go see the farm animals and he was just like 'whatever.' Gross. He actually had the audacity afterward to try to hit on me. Come on dude! Guys can be so stupid sometimes.

Safely Made It To California

I am back home with my parents. It was a long lonely drive, but I survived. A new story idea popped into my head somewhere between Sacramento and Santa Nella, and because obviously I couldn't write it down, I spoke it out loud. Yes when I'm bored enough I do talk to myself.

No speeding tickets this time...