So, as you've likely forgotten, Kayleigh is taking a class at MATC this semester. This class is in addition to her high school classes, not in lieu of them.
Last week, she came down with a horrific cold. She slept about 40 out of 48 hours early in the week. Still, she really had to go to her MATC class. It meets only once a week for four hours, so to miss one night is to miss a lot. We kept her home from school on Wednesday so she could rest up for her long evening.
On the drive to MATC, Eric said, "Wait, don't you have an exam tonight?" He only knew this because he'd talked to her teacher, Eric's colleague Bill, a couple days prior, and Bill had mentioned it.
Kayleigh emerged from the fog and replied, "Yeah, I think I do, actually."
Joy. So she was insanely sick and she had a test – a college test – she hadn't studied for at all.
She got a perfect score.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Quiet, absent
Eric says I'm quiet. Kayleigh says I'm quiet. My mom says I'm quiet. I have nothing to add.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Fourth Estate
More layoffs at the paper today. They want to get rid of 12 FTEs this time. The new editor emailed a list of five people whose last day was today. Another reporter quit last week. Boy, I can't wait to graduate.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Snap, crackle, knuckle
Oh my god.
I am up to my eyeballs in research. I did not expect this little job to be so consuming. I spend my day on the phone, trying to coax corporate executives into spilling their guts about sales figures, trying to find a list of women-owned businesses in the state, trying to confirm a business really is owned by a woman or a group of women, trying not to trip over my tongue after hours of repeating myself.
I told my editor to prepare the noose, but apparently they can't afford one.
And now I've just jammed my ring finger and darling pinky trying to block a kick to the back from Kelsey. We get a little rowdy when we're cooking sometimes, and Kelsey and I practice kicks, punches and blocks. I have a tremendous size advantage, naturally. Nevertheless, poor technique coupled with distraction resulted in a delicate *snap* and the swelling of my phalanges.
Ah, well. It's my show night. "MI-5" (known as "Spooks" everywhere else in the world) started last week. The first episode was good, so I'll give it another try. I've only been watching one other show, "Doc Martin," which I watch with my mom on Saturday nights. Someone (Hi, Judie!) sent me the DVDs ages ago, but I'm watching it on TV with my mom instead. It's good to have an excuse to get together.
And by the way--it's not nearly as cold as it's been predicted to be. I bet the kids will be back in school tomorrow, unfortunately. I like having them around.
I am up to my eyeballs in research. I did not expect this little job to be so consuming. I spend my day on the phone, trying to coax corporate executives into spilling their guts about sales figures, trying to find a list of women-owned businesses in the state, trying to confirm a business really is owned by a woman or a group of women, trying not to trip over my tongue after hours of repeating myself.
I told my editor to prepare the noose, but apparently they can't afford one.
And now I've just jammed my ring finger and darling pinky trying to block a kick to the back from Kelsey. We get a little rowdy when we're cooking sometimes, and Kelsey and I practice kicks, punches and blocks. I have a tremendous size advantage, naturally. Nevertheless, poor technique coupled with distraction resulted in a delicate *snap* and the swelling of my phalanges.
Ah, well. It's my show night. "MI-5" (known as "Spooks" everywhere else in the world) started last week. The first episode was good, so I'll give it another try. I've only been watching one other show, "Doc Martin," which I watch with my mom on Saturday nights. Someone (Hi, Judie!) sent me the DVDs ages ago, but I'm watching it on TV with my mom instead. It's good to have an excuse to get together.
And by the way--it's not nearly as cold as it's been predicted to be. I bet the kids will be back in school tomorrow, unfortunately. I like having them around.
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