Exam: F.

Fortunately, our teacher takes pity on us and corrects the tests with a blue pen. Somehow, seeing the score in blue makes it less forceful than seeing the same F in red.

I also managed somehow to fix it so the archives actually show us as blogger intended. I got an owl graphic onto the page, too. Now I need to go back and fix some persnickety links that still want to go to Earthlink instead of ATTBI.

Phone call. Well, three interviews down the road, I didn't get the assistant to the assistant superintendent job. However, it was one of the nicest "thanks but no thanks" calls I've gotten. Basically, I lacked the school district knowledge they are hoping to have, and so in the end they chose the other person who was an internal candidate. The Ass't Super said, though, that after he discussed me with the Super, they decided that I had "more qualities" than a mere assistant to the Ass't would need and he wants to recommend me to work with their legal department and will make that suggestion (which is subject to budget constraints, of course). That's nice to know. Plus I need a paralegal internship site, which I mentioned to him, so it would give them a chance to see me in action and me a chance to get the course requirement out of the way.

Doesn't mean it's not painful to be the UnChosen. After all, they were down to two candidates and I "got second place." Oh, well. Guess I can now spend more time furrowing my brow over graphing, which is what we are learning now in algebra. Upside: I know Chris was graphing last year in his algebra class, so he will have no excuse when I ask him to help me do my homework tonight.

Math exam number two was this morning. I dread to see the score, which can't possibly be as good as the last exam's score. When looking over the chapter's homework to study, I felt one of those odd sensations -- you know that the handwriting is yours, but you honestly can't recall writing that stuff. Sad to say, I don't remember writing that stuff and when it turned up on the test, all I could do is stare at it blankly.

At least I didn't fling my book across the room and burst into tears. Not to say this behavior occurred over the weekend while at home. ::cough::

How to load your dishwasher.

I wonder if he includes advice about which side the paper should flow off a toilet paper roll? (The answer is, over the top of the roll!) :-)

Liz wanted to drive to her mother-in-law's house and I went with her in the van. Halfway through the trip to her house, Liz and I stopped downtown and because we saw Barb walking with Liz's children. "When did you leave your house?" I asked her in surprise, trying to remember the rest of the journey to Barb's house and why we hadn't come across her earlier. This mental step through was made more difficult as somehow Barb had moved from the hillside overlooking Redondo to a hillside overlooking Kaneohe Bay on Oahu.

After brief chit-chat, Liz and I piled back into her van to drive to work. She turned a corner on two wheels, nearly flipping us over, but managed to keep us from tipping. The street was narrow and crowded and I said, "Liz, slow down...people are walking their kids to the school." The school was right beside the street and children with and without parents were dashing across the street directly in front of the van. Liz was so concerned that we'd be late for work that she seemed to be driving faster than necessary, so I offered to direct her around the children in the way by sitting up and peering over the dashboard. That's how I saw the body half-covered in the decorative gravel by the sidewalk. Several children trying to dodge our van and get to school stepped nearly on it but did not see it as they ran into the building. It was a young boy, wrapped in a red jacket. I wondered how anyone could miss seeing that red against the grey gravel.

"Liz, Liz, there's a dead body in front of the school! We have to call the police!" I shrieked. She handed me her cell phone and I couldn't remember the phone number for the Seattle police. Since the person was dead, I didn't think it was enough of an emergency to call 911 until I got frustrated by not remembering the direct number for the police station. Liz had gotten us turned around and we headed back toward the school, but as that was a one way street, we took the next street over. We pulled over beside the school where there was a sort of terrace of parks leading back to the lower street where I had seen the body. As I spoke to the operator, I noticed that others had seen the body and were moving it from the street onto one of the terraces.

"Oh, his eyes are moving. Maybe he's not dead. He's opening his eyes," I said to the operator. People continued to walk or run past him, but he didn't seem to be in any danger. Liz and I decided to get to work by walking the rest of the way as she was too shaken up to drive. We were in Seattle near Third and Olive and I could see our office building from where we stood, which relieved Liz. When I tried to point it out to her, though, suddenly there was a large hotel in the blocks between us, ornately decorated with terra cotta cornices. Many more buildings appeared with fanciful decorations, but finally we stopped at a corner where I could point toward our rather plain building and Liz was relieved again to be within sight of it.

Weird dream... woke me up early and uncomfortable.

I am Haldir, a guardian of the Golden Wood. I guided the Fellowship through Lothlorien and gave Samwise Gamgee his rope, but the latter I wasn't able to do onscreen. In the movie, I'm played by Craig Parker.
|| Which Lord of the Rings Elf are you? @ X.com ||

Drats. I was kinda hoping to be Legolas. LeGOOOOOOOOOlas.

Congrats, Beth!! It's about time you made an honest man of Mike...oh. Wait. Even you can't do that. ;) hehehe!

I've heard of 'save the date' cards but I'm not sure I'd use them. Even announcement cards turned out to be arcane when I got married the first time, and I had read they were very useful for people who couldn't afford a big wedding but wanted folks to know about the event anyway. After folks got our announcements, we kept hearing how they "didn't get them in time to attend." Hel-LO! They say "announcement!" not "invitation!" Ah, well. Weddings are nothing if not an arcane process.

But they are cool when they happen to nice folks we know. ::hugs::

The weekend was beautiful in the weather department. However, I spent the days doing math and re-writing my legal memorandum and opinion letter.

One thing that this convinces me is that I am not interested in furthering my education beyond a paralegal certificate. Law school does not interest me.

I feel, and have always seemed to feel, that I make a better "right arm" person than a leader.

When I was in grade school, I was captain of my fifth grade kickball team. I chose all the best players -- the ones who could kick the farthest and run the fastest. We were genetically designed to win. But we didn't. Our team had a dismal record because although we could win, no one would listen to me and we didn't function as a team.

In high school, I was Ruth's "right arm" in our rifle drill team capers. She and I would sit and observe the boys' drill team practices, batting our eyelashes as needed, and when we wandered away, I'd be able to show the girls exactly how the boys had come up with their routine while Ruth was the brains who figured out how we could use their stuff in our routines. When she wanted us to have distinctive uniforms, she sewed one for me and I modeled it for the JROTC commander to show how professional they would look.

Sometimes I take things on from a leadership role but I always feel that someone else could have done a better job. I remember the first year I worked at an office, we had a 'door decorating' contest for Christmas. I came up with the idea that we should illustrate the Twelve Days of Christmas Hawaiian Style, after the local version of that popular holiday song. "Twelve televisions! Eleven missionaries! Ten cans of beer! Nine pounds of poi! Eight ukuleles! Seven shrimps a'swimmin! Six hula lessons! FIVE BIG FAT PIIIIIIIIIIIIGS! Four flower leis! Three dried squid! Two coconuts! And one mynah bird in one papaya tree!" Er...anyhow, the day of the contest, I overslept and arrived at the office to find the rest of the staff frantically trying to build the door. I had totally forgotten about it. And yet, we won "most original." Guess they did better without me!

Rats, it's time for math. At least having it early gets it out of the way for the rest of the day.

In a career article, the Wall Street Journal recommends doing a search for your own name on the internet to see where you might turn up. I showed up here, a page I'd never seen before.

I wish our page had penguins like the "old" page does. :)

I've been trying to concentrate on school work. It's hard for me to believe, but the quarter is halfway over.

Among the other things I've been doing are some job interviews. Interestingly, now that I can go to school as my 'job search activity' I am getting calls on the applications I submitted in May and June.

I've had two interviews with a local school district. They're looking for an executive assistant to the assistant superintendent. Next week, the assistant super wants me to come in for a third interview.

A couple of weeks ago, I interviewed with a company that I don't really want to work for, but they called before I got my retraining approval, so I felt obliged to go through with the process. However, I did leave them with the idea that I would be too expensive for the position. I don't expect to hear from them.

Today I had a telephone interview for a legal secretary job with an airline company. Telephone interviews are scary in that the employer is screening out undesirables and you know it and they know you know it. The faceless voice on the other end of the telephone asks standard questions and you cannot judge how they are reacting to your response by reading their body language. Most inconvenient. Still, I must have done decently as she asked me to come in for a live interview. (Un)fortunately, it's on a day that I'm not readily available and this company seems pretty rigid on when they are available. The interview/screener said though that she's going to recommend that the hiring person call me up to arrange something -- so I feel that I've passed the first hurdle with them highly enough that she wants to make sure I get a shot at the next one.

Then again, do I want to work for a company whose first question is, "Have you used nicotine products in the last six months?"

Sure! :) That means none of them smoke, either.

A nice big hug to Corey, who truly is inspirational. ::hug::

Rob only sees fit to post when he feels he has had the upper hand in something. Obviously, he posts so infrequently nowadays as it's been a while since he's gotten that upper hand. ;)

He did a nice thing for me this weekend, which I neglected to mention and I know he was looking in my journal for it. He installed a new faucet in the kitchen. While he was at it (because he couldn't figure out any other way around it) he put in a new disposal after breaking something on the old one.

The faucet looks nice, especially as it doesn't have a little hairline crack in it like the old one did, which caused it to spray out a fine mist whenever it was used. The new one pulls out to double as a spray hose and has a single handle for temperature regulation. Very spiffy.

Of course, there was the usual trauma and mayhem surrounding the installation. Rob got the new hoses to connect the water supply and found that one of them was damaged, so he surveyed the area and determined that all he needed to do was exchange that one for a good one. After the exchange, we get the rest of it put together and Rob finds out that he bought the wrong sized hoses anyway, so he needed another trip to the store.

As we flipped the sink over with all its bits and pieces, I asked him if he had used plumber's putty around the new disposal's connection to the sink. I'd put some around the edge of the sink itself, but Rob had put together all the other parts. "Oh, that stuff? No, it said to but it has this rubber seal thing so I don't think we need it," said my husband.

If we have another drought in Washington this year, you'll know it was caused by all the water wasted in Sheepville for the want of plumber's putty.

My animal is a porcupine OR a bat OR a snake. I feel so abused. :)

I got my math exam back. The score was good and brings up my grade thusfar from a D to a C. The teacher said she won't believe me any more when I whine about not being able to do the work. Hah. She didn't see me spend the entire three days leading up to the exam in a frenzy of mechanical pencil leads and erasers.

Still, anything over D is good. I could live with being a C student in math.

Steph-ville discussion on prayer in schools. Or the pledge of allegiance now not including "under God." Both of them, actually.

I'm surprised my perspective isn't skewed because I went to a Catholic school. I don't think that organized by the school prayer should be a part of public school life. Quiet time, moments of silence, sure, but actual prayering wouldn't seem right.

In a lot of ways, my school wasn't a bad one (naturally an opinion formed only after many years away, over which time St. Patrick's has gained the rosy glow of history). We studed evolution alongside creationism and no one questioned the validity of one versus the other; they were both facts presented to us as part of our education.

The only time I ran into a mildly intolerant nun was poor Sister Claudette, who must've been in her early 20s back then. She taught religion and at one point began discussing the "stupidity" of Mormons, Baptists and anyone not a Roman Catholic. It provoked a good debate in the classroom, during which I was able to finish reading a book totally unrelated to the subject at hand. I'm not sure Sister was convinced by the other girls' arguments, but at least she had the grace to blush when it was brought up that she wasn't being very nice just because the Mormons and Baptists didn't believe the same things she did.

Math really sucks. Although I did get the bit we just covered, which includes puppy dog ears and smiles. Trouble is, there are all these rules to do it and yet, in some cases to get the result you need, you can apply an entirely different rule to change the answer. There is only one answer in math. I prefer subjects where you can apply a different rule and then discuss why you used that rule and how it's going to affect the outcome.

Your magical style is Psychic.

What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

At least it didn't say "psycho."

Exam: F.

Fortunately, our teacher takes pity on us and corrects the tests with a blue pen. Somehow, seeing the score in blue makes it less forceful than seeing the same F in red.

I also managed somehow to fix it so the archives actually show us as blogger intended. I got an owl graphic onto the page, too. Now I need to go back and fix some persnickety links that still want to go to Earthlink instead of ATTBI.

Phone call. Well, three interviews down the road, I didn't get the assistant to the assistant superintendent job. However, it was one of the nicest "thanks but no thanks" calls I've gotten. Basically, I lacked the school district knowledge they are hoping to have, and so in the end they chose the other person who was an internal candidate. The Ass't Super said, though, that after he discussed me with the Super, they decided that I had "more qualities" than a mere assistant to the Ass't would need and he wants to recommend me to work with their legal department and will make that suggestion (which is subject to budget constraints, of course). That's nice to know. Plus I need a paralegal internship site, which I mentioned to him, so it would give them a chance to see me in action and me a chance to get the course requirement out of the way.

Doesn't mean it's not painful to be the UnChosen. After all, they were down to two candidates and I "got second place." Oh, well. Guess I can now spend more time furrowing my brow over graphing, which is what we are learning now in algebra. Upside: I know Chris was graphing last year in his algebra class, so he will have no excuse when I ask him to help me do my homework tonight.

Math exam number two was this morning. I dread to see the score, which can't possibly be as good as the last exam's score. When looking over the chapter's homework to study, I felt one of those odd sensations -- you know that the handwriting is yours, but you honestly can't recall writing that stuff. Sad to say, I don't remember writing that stuff and when it turned up on the test, all I could do is stare at it blankly.

At least I didn't fling my book across the room and burst into tears. Not to say this behavior occurred over the weekend while at home. ::cough::

How to load your dishwasher.

I wonder if he includes advice about which side the paper should flow off a toilet paper roll? (The answer is, over the top of the roll!) :-)

Liz wanted to drive to her mother-in-law's house and I went with her in the van. Halfway through the trip to her house, Liz and I stopped downtown and because we saw Barb walking with Liz's children. "When did you leave your house?" I asked her in surprise, trying to remember the rest of the journey to Barb's house and why we hadn't come across her earlier. This mental step through was made more difficult as somehow Barb had moved from the hillside overlooking Redondo to a hillside overlooking Kaneohe Bay on Oahu.

After brief chit-chat, Liz and I piled back into her van to drive to work. She turned a corner on two wheels, nearly flipping us over, but managed to keep us from tipping. The street was narrow and crowded and I said, "Liz, slow down...people are walking their kids to the school." The school was right beside the street and children with and without parents were dashing across the street directly in front of the van. Liz was so concerned that we'd be late for work that she seemed to be driving faster than necessary, so I offered to direct her around the children in the way by sitting up and peering over the dashboard. That's how I saw the body half-covered in the decorative gravel by the sidewalk. Several children trying to dodge our van and get to school stepped nearly on it but did not see it as they ran into the building. It was a young boy, wrapped in a red jacket. I wondered how anyone could miss seeing that red against the grey gravel.

"Liz, Liz, there's a dead body in front of the school! We have to call the police!" I shrieked. She handed me her cell phone and I couldn't remember the phone number for the Seattle police. Since the person was dead, I didn't think it was enough of an emergency to call 911 until I got frustrated by not remembering the direct number for the police station. Liz had gotten us turned around and we headed back toward the school, but as that was a one way street, we took the next street over. We pulled over beside the school where there was a sort of terrace of parks leading back to the lower street where I had seen the body. As I spoke to the operator, I noticed that others had seen the body and were moving it from the street onto one of the terraces.

"Oh, his eyes are moving. Maybe he's not dead. He's opening his eyes," I said to the operator. People continued to walk or run past him, but he didn't seem to be in any danger. Liz and I decided to get to work by walking the rest of the way as she was too shaken up to drive. We were in Seattle near Third and Olive and I could see our office building from where we stood, which relieved Liz. When I tried to point it out to her, though, suddenly there was a large hotel in the blocks between us, ornately decorated with terra cotta cornices. Many more buildings appeared with fanciful decorations, but finally we stopped at a corner where I could point toward our rather plain building and Liz was relieved again to be within sight of it.

Weird dream... woke me up early and uncomfortable.

I am Haldir, a guardian of the Golden Wood. I guided the Fellowship through Lothlorien and gave Samwise Gamgee his rope, but the latter I wasn't able to do onscreen. In the movie, I'm played by Craig Parker.
|| Which Lord of the Rings Elf are you? @ X.com ||

Drats. I was kinda hoping to be Legolas. LeGOOOOOOOOOlas.

Congrats, Beth!! It's about time you made an honest man of Mike...oh. Wait. Even you can't do that. ;) hehehe!

I've heard of 'save the date' cards but I'm not sure I'd use them. Even announcement cards turned out to be arcane when I got married the first time, and I had read they were very useful for people who couldn't afford a big wedding but wanted folks to know about the event anyway. After folks got our announcements, we kept hearing how they "didn't get them in time to attend." Hel-LO! They say "announcement!" not "invitation!" Ah, well. Weddings are nothing if not an arcane process.

But they are cool when they happen to nice folks we know. ::hugs::

The weekend was beautiful in the weather department. However, I spent the days doing math and re-writing my legal memorandum and opinion letter.

One thing that this convinces me is that I am not interested in furthering my education beyond a paralegal certificate. Law school does not interest me.

I feel, and have always seemed to feel, that I make a better "right arm" person than a leader.

When I was in grade school, I was captain of my fifth grade kickball team. I chose all the best players -- the ones who could kick the farthest and run the fastest. We were genetically designed to win. But we didn't. Our team had a dismal record because although we could win, no one would listen to me and we didn't function as a team.

In high school, I was Ruth's "right arm" in our rifle drill team capers. She and I would sit and observe the boys' drill team practices, batting our eyelashes as needed, and when we wandered away, I'd be able to show the girls exactly how the boys had come up with their routine while Ruth was the brains who figured out how we could use their stuff in our routines. When she wanted us to have distinctive uniforms, she sewed one for me and I modeled it for the JROTC commander to show how professional they would look.

Sometimes I take things on from a leadership role but I always feel that someone else could have done a better job. I remember the first year I worked at an office, we had a 'door decorating' contest for Christmas. I came up with the idea that we should illustrate the Twelve Days of Christmas Hawaiian Style, after the local version of that popular holiday song. "Twelve televisions! Eleven missionaries! Ten cans of beer! Nine pounds of poi! Eight ukuleles! Seven shrimps a'swimmin! Six hula lessons! FIVE BIG FAT PIIIIIIIIIIIIGS! Four flower leis! Three dried squid! Two coconuts! And one mynah bird in one papaya tree!" Er...anyhow, the day of the contest, I overslept and arrived at the office to find the rest of the staff frantically trying to build the door. I had totally forgotten about it. And yet, we won "most original." Guess they did better without me!

Rats, it's time for math. At least having it early gets it out of the way for the rest of the day.

In a career article, the Wall Street Journal recommends doing a search for your own name on the internet to see where you might turn up. I showed up here, a page I'd never seen before.

I wish our page had penguins like the "old" page does. :)

I've been trying to concentrate on school work. It's hard for me to believe, but the quarter is halfway over.

Among the other things I've been doing are some job interviews. Interestingly, now that I can go to school as my 'job search activity' I am getting calls on the applications I submitted in May and June.

I've had two interviews with a local school district. They're looking for an executive assistant to the assistant superintendent. Next week, the assistant super wants me to come in for a third interview.

A couple of weeks ago, I interviewed with a company that I don't really want to work for, but they called before I got my retraining approval, so I felt obliged to go through with the process. However, I did leave them with the idea that I would be too expensive for the position. I don't expect to hear from them.

Today I had a telephone interview for a legal secretary job with an airline company. Telephone interviews are scary in that the employer is screening out undesirables and you know it and they know you know it. The faceless voice on the other end of the telephone asks standard questions and you cannot judge how they are reacting to your response by reading their body language. Most inconvenient. Still, I must have done decently as she asked me to come in for a live interview. (Un)fortunately, it's on a day that I'm not readily available and this company seems pretty rigid on when they are available. The interview/screener said though that she's going to recommend that the hiring person call me up to arrange something -- so I feel that I've passed the first hurdle with them highly enough that she wants to make sure I get a shot at the next one.

Then again, do I want to work for a company whose first question is, "Have you used nicotine products in the last six months?"

Sure! :) That means none of them smoke, either.

A nice big hug to Corey, who truly is inspirational. ::hug::

Rob only sees fit to post when he feels he has had the upper hand in something. Obviously, he posts so infrequently nowadays as it's been a while since he's gotten that upper hand. ;)

He did a nice thing for me this weekend, which I neglected to mention and I know he was looking in my journal for it. He installed a new faucet in the kitchen. While he was at it (because he couldn't figure out any other way around it) he put in a new disposal after breaking something on the old one.

The faucet looks nice, especially as it doesn't have a little hairline crack in it like the old one did, which caused it to spray out a fine mist whenever it was used. The new one pulls out to double as a spray hose and has a single handle for temperature regulation. Very spiffy.

Of course, there was the usual trauma and mayhem surrounding the installation. Rob got the new hoses to connect the water supply and found that one of them was damaged, so he surveyed the area and determined that all he needed to do was exchange that one for a good one. After the exchange, we get the rest of it put together and Rob finds out that he bought the wrong sized hoses anyway, so he needed another trip to the store.

As we flipped the sink over with all its bits and pieces, I asked him if he had used plumber's putty around the new disposal's connection to the sink. I'd put some around the edge of the sink itself, but Rob had put together all the other parts. "Oh, that stuff? No, it said to but it has this rubber seal thing so I don't think we need it," said my husband.

If we have another drought in Washington this year, you'll know it was caused by all the water wasted in Sheepville for the want of plumber's putty.

My animal is a porcupine OR a bat OR a snake. I feel so abused. :)

I got my math exam back. The score was good and brings up my grade thusfar from a D to a C. The teacher said she won't believe me any more when I whine about not being able to do the work. Hah. She didn't see me spend the entire three days leading up to the exam in a frenzy of mechanical pencil leads and erasers.

Still, anything over D is good. I could live with being a C student in math.

Steph-ville discussion on prayer in schools. Or the pledge of allegiance now not including "under God." Both of them, actually.

I'm surprised my perspective isn't skewed because I went to a Catholic school. I don't think that organized by the school prayer should be a part of public school life. Quiet time, moments of silence, sure, but actual prayering wouldn't seem right.

In a lot of ways, my school wasn't a bad one (naturally an opinion formed only after many years away, over which time St. Patrick's has gained the rosy glow of history). We studed evolution alongside creationism and no one questioned the validity of one versus the other; they were both facts presented to us as part of our education.

The only time I ran into a mildly intolerant nun was poor Sister Claudette, who must've been in her early 20s back then. She taught religion and at one point began discussing the "stupidity" of Mormons, Baptists and anyone not a Roman Catholic. It provoked a good debate in the classroom, during which I was able to finish reading a book totally unrelated to the subject at hand. I'm not sure Sister was convinced by the other girls' arguments, but at least she had the grace to blush when it was brought up that she wasn't being very nice just because the Mormons and Baptists didn't believe the same things she did.

Math really sucks. Although I did get the bit we just covered, which includes puppy dog ears and smiles. Trouble is, there are all these rules to do it and yet, in some cases to get the result you need, you can apply an entirely different rule to change the answer. There is only one answer in math. I prefer subjects where you can apply a different rule and then discuss why you used that rule and how it's going to affect the outcome.

Your magical style is Psychic.

What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

At least it didn't say "psycho."