Monday One Day

Lots to talk about today- a few serious things and a few non serious things.

It is chilly chillsters in Marion today. I Love It! One day last week it was like 70degrees. What are you doing, weather? It is October. Today was much better. Also, the heat in our room broke a little bit. Oops. 

Because of that, it was a little cold in our room. I'm a bad estimator of temperature. The only reason I knew it was 70 last week is because my roomie talks about the weather every day. Anyway, last night she mentioned she was pretty sure the heat was broken. In preparation for bed,  I put on a long sleeve tshirt and sweatpants and got all snuggly under my blankets. I was just fine! Then, the girls I live with started complaining.

That leads to my next thing that I want to say. I am so sick of people complaining! My patience is running super low since like Saturday. I feel incapable of remembering how to be not annoyed. That was tough to follow but I hope you understand what I'm saying. When I get this impatient with people, any little thing becomes a big thing and I become a big cranky monster. Grr. I feel very cranky today and like my reactions to things are not proportionate to the things. Still not making sense. Double grr.

On Friday I went to the thrift store with one of my thrifty friends, Jess. I found this delightful velvet skirt that I wore today. Jeans are the norm so it was nice to mix it up. When I tried on the skirt last night, it felt sorta "Little House on the Prairie" but I also heard "Gypsy" and "Pirate" today. Overall, it was a good buy. It was $4, and it's soft, and a fun color, and a unique piece. Okay, so the color is not that fun but I still like it :)

The whole ensemble

The world's best boots, courtesy of Macy's in SanFran, Steve Madden, and my mother's generosity. 

Lurve it. 

Lots of people I know are sick so I'm leaning on these energy booster/Emergen-C things. 

In my "Minority Groups Relations" course, we do a lot of reading. Correction: I do a lot of reading. Today we were to have read the third book of the course. I read the whole thing. The boys I sit near never do the reading and it drives me crazy. I don't love hearing them joke about how many summaries they looked up (2) how they are going to cheat on the test, and generally say how easy this class is. I am learning a lot about myself and the world I live in. I like the prof and I like the class. The thing is, I don't always do well on the reading quizzes for these books. It's so stupid because I do the reading. Grr. 

This time, instead of a multiple choice test, it's a short answer 5 question quiz. That's never happened. The prof says we can use our books. That's never happened. Then I spent so much time looking that I didn't even get to answer the last question. I was so mad. I did the reading. I took notes in my book. I really understood it. Then, my prof says to draw a circle around what you answered during the quiz and take notes on the same page while we discuss each question as a class. Unprepared boys draw large circles and fill in answers as we go. I got out a different pen to take notes and grade myself. 

As I'm taking notes from the discussion and realizing I didn't really get all the parts of the answers I should of, I am getting discouraged. I read it. I read the book and I still can't get this stuff right.  I can't just give myself 4/4 for all of them even if I did know the information. My conscience won't let me. 

I'm staring at this 16/20 quiz. I thought this quiz would be different- short answer so I get to explain myself and get to use the book to back me up! Nope, pretty much the same grade I've had all the other times. I read that book. I felt I deserved 20/20 but knew I hadn't earned it because I didn't write down all we had discussed. 

It's the end of the hour and our prof asks who got 20/20. No hands go up. Then he says we are all so honest that everyone is getting a 20, take home the quiz with notes on it as a reference.

I was mad. MAD. Unprepared boys should not get 20/20. I should! It took until I was out of the building that I thought "You got what you wanted, you got your 20/20. It is fair. You read it and you got the points you thought you deserved. You can't change the scores of the other people." 

I'm still wrestling with that one. 

To sum up: things that are out of whack are my patience/tolerance for others and my sense of justice. What a weird Monday.