Oh gods tests

Tests this week realy stressed me out.

I'm not doing well in ASL, and I had videotaped interview with my teacher in it.  Also a group debate project that will be presenting next week after the quiz.  Middle of semester ownage, apparently.

Not entirely happy with my Philosophy class, now not happy with the midterm.  I can understand if you class has a really boring topic (we have been going over theories in whether words refer to things or not half the year so far), but that's no excuse for writing bad tests.  Apparently there were serveral test versions running around.  Maybe this was why some of your questions looked like really incoherent editing - like some parts were just changed with no concern for the whole.  Maybe this was why the numbering on my test went 1,2,3,3,4,5... ...19,20 for a total of 21 questions.  That's right, not just misnumbering your questions, accidentally putting in one more than the other tests.

*sigh*

Is there something wrong that my gold standard in tests comes from my community college Intro to Psychology class?

Fainting

Fainted in jujitsu.  WTH, Wilford?  You faint because you didn't bend over properly?

In detail:

I was annoyed at the 90 degree stretch, because I can't get my back to be at 90 degrees from my legs.  Wondered if locking the legs would improve the stretch, so I tried that.

Next were arm stretches, and then head tilts/rolls.  During the last set of rolls, ever time I rolled my head the world kept getting brighter and blurier, and their was this ringing in my ears.  I worried briefly that I had some clot stuck in my arteries to my head (which is silly, because the blood pressure on the main artery would blast any clot to smithereens), and then collapsed to the ground.  People were talking around me, and things got slightly clearer, and I found that Sensei was standing over me, telling me to breath.  I evaculated the mat when I could walk, and I hobbled over to a chair.  Everything was a bit glowy, and ringing.  I sat there for a while, flexing my legs to help the circulation, and when I was clear I drank some water and joined in the ukemi.

Sensei says it was because I locked my legs, which left the blood down there not circulating.

Don't want to do this again.  Will do better in future.

Also worried a few people.

So yeah.  What the hell, Wilford.

Planning and Smoking

I meant to complain about this a few days back when it happened, but procrastination is my hallmark.

Anyway:

I was getting off the plane at Sky Harbor (PHX), and taking the bus over to ASU before my first class on Monday.  Most of my arrivals at PHX are at night, and my only worry is that I will miss the last bus.  Not so this time.

I got my bus, of course, and even got to class on time.  But that's not the point.

Who the hell decided that the designated Smoking area should be situated directly beside the bus stop.  What the hell, Sky Harbor Planner Person.

I guess I never noticed it before because there's nobody smoking there when I normally am waiting for the bus.  Maybe once or twice someone, but not multiples of people the whole time.

What the hell, Sky Harbor Planner Person.

Parental Practices.

So you know that thing?

No, you don't.

Kid: "Give me my [X] now!"

Parent: "How do you say that?"

Kid: "...May I have that please?"

Parent: "Okay."

So there's the thing.

Now here's my problem with it - it doesn't teach kids to be polite. Instead it teaches them to try the normal way first, and if that doesn't work, then say it the polite way as instructed.

Unfortunately in real situations, it doesn't work like that. Instead, they say it the impolite way, and people think they are rude.

So instead, I didn't give my little bro the milk he demanded. My mother asked him to ask again politely, and he did. I told him that asking me a second time was too late, and that he would have to find some one else to ask politely the first time.

Mother agreed with me, and Liam started screaming and making threats to get the milk himself (the carton was full, so we knew he couldn't pull it off: he knew it, so he was actually threatening to spill the milk, but we knew he wouldn't do it). He kept screaming, and I left to help my dad with his computer. A bit later mother sent him in for a second chance, and he asked nicely, and I got the milk for him because mother wanted it.

Makes me wonder, the whole thing does...

That new Blog smell.

Kudos to anyone who understands my choice of temporary title.

Anyway, this is the down blog, as inspired by Leah's like/dislike blogs.

Anyway, now it's time to go make that other blog.  Need to figure out a title.