tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93933082024-03-05T05:29:38.575-05:00Leapin' LizardsElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1951912066518790592008-10-09T18:33:00.000-04:002008-10-09T18:35:40.167-04:00Contest Entry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstljd-sR0R0Elm5qCTO-VWozDxBziG_eMFTCLMFVmVbSYQfXQWF8_UQhTzsnF02nrjAZGVLAI1qV0AwkKxHfsioxBpoHFcg0g7fJ_T2h9yZdj1wvnwuNbKvJ-_whD4Wu7RQsawg/s1600-h/100_1185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstljd-sR0R0Elm5qCTO-VWozDxBziG_eMFTCLMFVmVbSYQfXQWF8_UQhTzsnF02nrjAZGVLAI1qV0AwkKxHfsioxBpoHFcg0g7fJ_T2h9yZdj1wvnwuNbKvJ-_whD4Wu7RQsawg/s400/100_1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255286424260753682" border="0" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-5932018118932878022008-01-21T17:56:00.001-05:002008-01-21T18:01:33.296-05:00A Conferencing We Go...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-h9lKvKRTNGekXmU44SnlEDyq4eXXJCdhhQQE0aQSaHlfDKvbqUQ_FG5wjktltmvAVvZBpJ6lUrZ9ibLjcggZjKMJncijx-9Q077isb_tHk53WXhAvyAgnyiXaQwW29XpgRFXJA/s1600-h/100_0486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-h9lKvKRTNGekXmU44SnlEDyq4eXXJCdhhQQE0aQSaHlfDKvbqUQ_FG5wjktltmvAVvZBpJ6lUrZ9ibLjcggZjKMJncijx-9Q077isb_tHk53WXhAvyAgnyiXaQwW29XpgRFXJA/s200/100_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158067885177662818" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a picture of my spoils from ALA Midwinter. My shoulders took a while to forgive me, but the book lover in me rejoices. It was a very valuable experience, and not just in the number of books we got out of it. <br /><br />Sadly, the near future holds no more conferences in store, just lots of classes and guest speakers and another addition to the job experience list.<br /><br />And now, on to some serious reading...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-55788863145546949302007-10-27T11:23:00.001-04:002007-10-27T11:25:59.918-04:00My New Line of Bookmarks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGBEqR5marHMTkzgZ9KdPYIGeYniqway83QI0HaElnFQXAx-WEgTrJYqizZDKRPEKGJ6Z2_DRNk5eE6xb2PSkK6rNPuzCbuimOh4JKb893lLdJrtQI74ePCn1jmP3g_ud-WKebRw/s1600-h/100_0161.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGBEqR5marHMTkzgZ9KdPYIGeYniqway83QI0HaElnFQXAx-WEgTrJYqizZDKRPEKGJ6Z2_DRNk5eE6xb2PSkK6rNPuzCbuimOh4JKb893lLdJrtQI74ePCn1jmP3g_ud-WKebRw/s320/100_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126037715552145682" border="0" /></a>This is what happens when I get to do the type of projects that I like. I go a little wild. Here are some of the "extras" for my Halloween book display at the middle school this week. The awesome paper is from the Dollar Store and the ideas and artwork are all my own. My favorite is the one on the right. What's yours?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-90839402776332403392007-10-14T11:27:00.001-04:002007-10-14T11:30:37.119-04:00Meet Dewey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9XHvRQ4RW6nIoVbeB0AU4TjUM03gr6O-8eEuzaUjzchp90mLzAKf0GVTxw-579KJTS_y-yVLmFQ9KispBeGExRgLNo4I7oZk_mchHznNQsxw45fmgfhds5Cq0YpVQipLuYQ_rw/s1600-h/100_0136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9XHvRQ4RW6nIoVbeB0AU4TjUM03gr6O-8eEuzaUjzchp90mLzAKf0GVTxw-579KJTS_y-yVLmFQ9KispBeGExRgLNo4I7oZk_mchHznNQsxw45fmgfhds5Cq0YpVQipLuYQ_rw/s320/100_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121214601240445826" border="0" /></a>The Dewey Decimator joins the legions of superheroes. On display now at the Central branch of the Buffalo and Erie County Public Libraries. He was born deep in the stacks at the library. By day, librarian; in times of need, the Decimator. Strikes fear in the heart of the disorganized. Has photographic memory and knows what every reader needs. Weakness? Cannot speak above a whisper.<br /><br />Teen programs rule. :)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-50450972503572003742007-05-11T15:15:00.000-04:002007-05-11T15:16:58.991-04:00An Artist's Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOP0ssQzrngCpQwB_3Lk_UkMmtXLLpjWedDFcCyhxjdZmR64eUhZrwo6oiu76_I3dCAf9bnMd7mPCBQUIdAo6op6ULr46XFVINMUj7ftmvuKiiTAaiNANC5D-BlvwxCgrGxVQC4Q/s1600-h/100_5536.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOP0ssQzrngCpQwB_3Lk_UkMmtXLLpjWedDFcCyhxjdZmR64eUhZrwo6oiu76_I3dCAf9bnMd7mPCBQUIdAo6op6ULr46XFVINMUj7ftmvuKiiTAaiNANC5D-BlvwxCgrGxVQC4Q/s320/100_5536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063384093236132642" border="0" /></a>This is my super cool present for my roommate. I hope she likes it!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-64196867139251245042007-05-07T20:55:00.000-04:002007-05-07T20:56:21.453-04:00Childhood Morality Assessment Tool<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVK6OraE15ma4Zn_t4pptTXbvXb3hAKseKYzgjacQQcGYViB8JojcYfk9ulEdzOI3qbd3SjbGv2g9ypEthmcHPAVcoGjk6h5_AsCuanRWHGu8HZpqtsBjtTpgTmSXoNQbplnXDzg/s1600-h/shirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVK6OraE15ma4Zn_t4pptTXbvXb3hAKseKYzgjacQQcGYViB8JojcYfk9ulEdzOI3qbd3SjbGv2g9ypEthmcHPAVcoGjk6h5_AsCuanRWHGu8HZpqtsBjtTpgTmSXoNQbplnXDzg/s320/shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061987322626833170" border="0" /></a>Pretty cool, huh?<br /> This is the shirt I will be wearing for our presentation tomorrow.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-51378907500481536442007-05-05T22:28:00.000-04:002007-05-05T22:47:23.342-04:00Cherry Blossoms<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFC_GGVIDglrsAba6303gu5T4UTiM6HdPrPz3NM4ZRFREQfNJpkXcdnX44T3ufPQPzpDz_f9jNPBd-xCVyvu7D4fTIpcplpPQMQGQQHs-gqGvywGzHrl-fZJEhP1SSHbAC44MtA/s1600-h/100_5382.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFC_GGVIDglrsAba6303gu5T4UTiM6HdPrPz3NM4ZRFREQfNJpkXcdnX44T3ufPQPzpDz_f9jNPBd-xCVyvu7D4fTIpcplpPQMQGQQHs-gqGvywGzHrl-fZJEhP1SSHbAC44MtA/s320/100_5382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061269122490563330" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah, I know I sent a link to these pictures to everyone I know ;) but they are just so pretty. I had a lovely time last weekend.<br /><br />Um, yeah, so I might as well make this my photo blog. Next up, an artistic project...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-60701635298534940452007-04-28T11:43:00.000-04:002007-04-28T11:48:10.833-04:0021<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2SAb9-t_WgLZVJ_38QTj3jXkfTgMrzOK2JxMpj8h65J3RulkZv56fj3Cr8ic5xsQbg389G5q91m1LxBCs3q1HSjiyXZkYBMdISb_69k-4eqXCBQ58upM5WIyWBTS_bt7GTAIzQ/s1600-h/100_5362.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2SAb9-t_WgLZVJ_38QTj3jXkfTgMrzOK2JxMpj8h65J3RulkZv56fj3Cr8ic5xsQbg389G5q91m1LxBCs3q1HSjiyXZkYBMdISb_69k-4eqXCBQ58upM5WIyWBTS_bt7GTAIzQ/s320/100_5362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058505311035587314" border="0" /></a>The gang of tye-dyed girls who helped to celebrate my birthday yesterday. More pictures forthcoming...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-88888919227137013612007-03-11T12:18:00.000-04:002007-03-11T12:24:38.081-04:00Lefty LizardMy latest project/source of classroom amusement has been to practice writing with my left hand. My goal is to become completely ambidextrious. Here is what my early attempts looked like:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA3AKSlWH0ryWYsZTodFDTsM68mch6ytxHg3cFu-5xUYaXFqB4-LOfXgEOpIkBbG1XDV9onleA5weAFc-0QCL5RouS-H_XSZqN5vdpPrWblOgQnTWHzJ_C2OMjExyZkGW705Snw/s1600-h/100_5248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA3AKSlWH0ryWYsZTodFDTsM68mch6ytxHg3cFu-5xUYaXFqB4-LOfXgEOpIkBbG1XDV9onleA5weAFc-0QCL5RouS-H_XSZqN5vdpPrWblOgQnTWHzJ_C2OMjExyZkGW705Snw/s320/100_5248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040702865013645570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After a couple weeks of practice, this is what I am currently at, depending on the height of the desk, writing utensil, time of day(?):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuxALn989uwfSty4vLa_BC5N69vhr-De9F8rj6OiSjevT88vdH5xOd1vWK73j-FL9nEpGqAUp3szLtC2cey-1VVHJbf1Oo_rWlYWvUvD3NE5f-FcFPQcmQjKGCQgjm-mMJRBtEng/s1600-h/100_5249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuxALn989uwfSty4vLa_BC5N69vhr-De9F8rj6OiSjevT88vdH5xOd1vWK73j-FL9nEpGqAUp3szLtC2cey-1VVHJbf1Oo_rWlYWvUvD3NE5f-FcFPQcmQjKGCQgjm-mMJRBtEng/s320/100_5249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040703315985211666" border="0" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-42184312318005113262007-03-02T08:33:00.000-05:002007-03-02T08:40:26.978-05:00Word ObsessedI've been a little word obsessed lately, so one might wonder why I haven't been posting. I suppose that might be because most of my words don't come in sentences, only strings of letters, or perhaps maybe because all my best ideas come while I am someplace else, like the bathroom. Meaning I have issues with short-term memory. :) Anyway, here are some of my everyday activities that reveal how pathetic (er, dedicated to educational games?) I am:<br />-Yahoo Daily crossword puzzle (thanks, Mom!)<br />-Scrabble on scrabulous.com<br />-the occasional WordWhomp or WordScape on pogo.com and iwin.com<br />and, most recently<br />-online Boggle at weboggle.shackworks.com<br /><br />There are numerous other "distractions" I have (spider solitaire, jigsaw puzzles, alchemy, tetris), but since they don't use words, I won't mention them. ;)<br /><br />Anywho, you should be expected another post, yes, about words, any time I feel un-lazy enough to take a picture and upload it....Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1170300560989935362007-01-31T22:23:00.000-05:002007-01-31T22:29:21.013-05:00A Quality College Education, or, Why is he head of the department?In case you wondered, I survived January term. I even got an A in the class. And nobody killed each other, which is always a bonus. Now, onto a whole new set of fun and exciting classes. Or boring and repetitive easy A's. We hope. Just to give you an idea of the professors I have to deal with, here are a few direct quotes from my Cults class:<br /><br />"Look, I'm a sociologist. I don't know a lot of things."<br /><br />"This one is not true at all. In fact, it's false."<br /><br />"How many poor people are there? Hundreds."<br /><br /><br />Yes, I know, I'm back to my old habits of writing down the stupid or silly things professors say, instead of what might actually be on the test. I mean, of course I am writing that down, too. It's just way more exciting to remember the funny things. Who's the next teacher to be quoted? You'll just have to wait and see...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1167917464547745092007-01-04T08:24:00.000-05:002007-01-04T08:31:04.566-05:00What is Educational Theatre?Three weeks in which to write, design and produce costumes, memorize, and rehearse a twenty minute original play in which you have no props or set but the 5 people in your ensemble.<br /><br />Plus, somewhere around 45 hours of playing theatre games, being critiqued as unfit scrambled eggs, and sitting on the floor.<br /><br />Plus, development and presentation of an original, solo project for the final exam.<br /><br /><br />How am I feeling about this?<br />Pretty excited about the ensemble presentation, for which we have most of a basic script written (after 4 hours of work last night). Not as excited about the theatre games. My hips are not at all excited about so much time on the hard floor. I have no idea what I am going to do for my solo presentation. Sarah hates the one professor, who is mostly deaf and lip-reads, so she needs to stop cursing at him when we are in the same room, or we will all be in trouble. Oh yeah, the members of my ensemble are Sarah, my roommate, and another girl who didn't show up for our first meeting last night.<br /><br />Is it all going to work out?<br />I'll let you know when I find out.<br /><br />Oh, and if you care at all for my sanity, please do not show up for the final presentation. Thanks!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1165238338858841312006-12-04T08:16:00.000-05:002006-12-04T08:18:58.886-05:00Getting into the Holiday SpiritI decided today would be a good time to decorate. I was inspired to make snowflakes and amazingly enough, they turned out pretty awesome. I found my lights, cleaned my desk, and made everything pretty. So here they are:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1777/682/1600/922660/100_4956.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1777/682/320/906697/100_4956.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1777/682/1600/84492/100_4957.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1777/682/320/317948/100_4957.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1165042116161040622006-12-02T01:43:00.000-05:002006-12-02T01:48:36.180-05:00Albright sticksI apologize for once again being neglectful of my blogging duties, but papers, vacations, work, more papers, and life in general have been rather distracting, not too mention too boring to be worth mentioning. I did, however, learn an interesting piece of information about one of my professors this week -- Dr. Synder has an addiction to Word Whomp. We are so alike in some ways, it's scary. I'm going to ask her for a letter of recommendation, but I have to make sure I am going to pass the semester first. Actually, I was waiting until just after I received a good grade from her to ask, so maybe next week. The only other thing I can think to write about is the newest Albright tradition, the annual lighting of the tree. They planted a pine tree near the pond on Wednesday (perhaps one of the ones chopped down from around Science Hall?). The lighting ceremony was this afternoon, in the midst of a windstorm. I was, sadly, unable to attend because I was at work, but apparently they were giving out "Albright sticks". Question of the week: What is an Albright stick?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1163208916804572622006-11-10T20:16:00.000-05:002006-11-10T20:35:16.826-05:00L&O&XLast night, I added to my college experiences by going to the emergency room for the first time. No, it wasn't for me and it wasn't quite an emergency, but it was an experience all the same. My roommate's friend apparently hadn't been able to move his wrist or hand for a few days without extreme pain, but kept putting off going to see a doctor. My roommate, being the concerned person she is, made him agree to go last night. It was a fairly quiet night at the hospital, but there was still a wait for a table. Er...they gave us one of those things that blink when your table is ready and we sat in waiting room D. There was the cutest little girl wandering around, stopping at everybody and trying to follow people through doors. After a while, we got to go see a nurse, who then sent us to another waiting room, the inner sanctum one. There, the tv was showing Law and Order and there were interesting paintings on the wall. We waited some more. John went off to get x-rays, and then he didn't come back, so after the show was over, A and I went to find him. The nice nurse showed us where he was so we didn't have to look into all the rooms. We tried to amuse him while waiting for someone to come with his shot, but I don't know how successful we were. Finally, RN Billy showed up and told John it was...tendonitis. That's what I would have guessed three hours earlier, but I've never know it to be that bad, without warning. Anyway, they gave him some painkillers and a shot in the arm and a wrist mobilizer. And that was that. I also found out where the museum is. It looks really cool. A said she'd take me there some day. And that was my adventure of the week. Stay tuned for more...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1161531472613477412006-10-22T11:28:00.000-04:002006-10-22T11:37:52.650-04:00Charity Ball<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1777/682/1600/100_4913.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1777/682/200/100_4913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1777/682/1600/100_4910.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1777/682/200/100_4910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here are the lovely ladies(?) in their costumes, ready to head out to the Charity Ball. A disappointingly small number of guests, costumed or otherwise, showed up and the DJ was rather loud, but it seemed like people were having a good time. I had fun making the costumes and they look pretty good, if I do say so myself. Ok, now back to reality...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1161044821199735342006-10-16T20:19:00.000-04:002006-10-16T20:27:01.250-04:00Costume Time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1777/682/1600/100_4905.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1777/682/320/100_4905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I forgot, or at least haven't had time to appreciate, how much fun it is to make Halloween costumes. These are some pieces of mine, to replace the ones I left at home. These are better anyway. I also made Sarah a gypsy fortune teller costume, and pictures will be forthcoming. This was, of course, done instead of studying or homeworking. It was much more satisfying. It does look better in person, though. Must be the lighting...<br />Anyway, that's about all the excitement in my life at the moment. I can't wait until Thanksgiving. Ok, so I really can't wait until May, but let's take it one month at a time.<br /><br />And now, back to not-studying...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1159226347957776622006-09-25T19:05:00.000-04:002006-09-25T19:19:07.980-04:00Telephones are EvilThis has always been a common theme for me, but lately, the evil phones have been stalking me. There's a reason (or several) why I do not have a cell phone, most importantly being that my heart rate increases dramatically every time I hear a phone ringing, particularly if I'm the one responsible for picking it up. Fortunately, hardly anyone calls the room phone, plus it has caller ID, so that one is fairly harmless. (Note the fairly. If it were to ring while I was on the top bunk and I thought it might be someone important and therefore rushed down to answer it and in the process slipped or jumped or otherwise injured myself, I would have to change my opinion. But the point is that this post is mainly focused on phones other than the one in my room.) <br /><br />I finally learned how to transfer calls at work, which means I can pass off responsibility to others, but my favorite method is to merely hand the phone to whoever happens to be standing nearest, even if that is all the way across the main floor. I have also been known to use the phrase, "I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the static. Please dial the number you wish to reach yourself." It was true. Why do people always want me to transfer them to the operator anyway? <br /><br />So yeah, phones in other places have been haunting me. Like a few weeks ago, when I was at the mall, in Boscov's I believe, and we had just stepped off the escalator and all we could hear were multiple phones ringing. And ringing. And ringing. And no one was answering them. Sarah was going to pick it up, just to stop the awful ringing, but since there were multiple phones, it wouldn't have even solved the problem.<br /><br />And don't even get me started on cell phones. One of the reasons people are so much more isolated today is because everyone is used to being able to use their phone as an excuse. For anything, it seems. "Yeah, I have to sit near the door because if my phone rings, I'll need to leave class." Or, oh yeah, I'm sitting at the lunch table with you, but I'm going to ignore you and make you feel awkward because I need to have this conversation with my male friend. A long conversation. Cell phones make people rude. They are, in fact, an invention of the devil.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1158408636571093562006-09-16T08:02:00.000-04:002006-09-18T08:33:05.700-04:00Tribute to ImpermiusWhy does it have to be raining? I can see blue sky. A little piece, anyway. Didn't it rain enough the past three days? I mean, not that I have anything against the grass looking greener, nor do I want to deny anything that needs water rain, but the sad truth of the matter is that somebody stole my umbrella. I left it in the lobby of the library. I have left it there countless numbers of times in the past, with no problems. But no, yesterday, when it was merely misting (although occasionally on the heavy side), my umbrella walked off with a complete stranger. Well, I'm not going to spend any time mourning the loss of my not-so-trusty friend. I wish all his inconsistencies and bent pieces on his new owner, who probably dumped him somewhere after they were done with him. It's a sad life for an umbrella, really.<br /><br />So, rain, as a personal tribute to my former umbrella, do you think you could just stop? Thanks!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1157854010114951002006-09-09T21:59:00.000-04:002006-09-09T22:06:50.136-04:00Maze-A-PixGosh, its been a week already? Guess that's what happens when you're busy. It was a week of meetings, readings, writings, and dreaming about jumping off a cliff. (It just occured to me that I am on the top bunk...) I have a whole list of things to accomplish this weekend, but it seems I didn't make it very far. I finally posted my pics from Longwood Gardens, but forgot the ones of my room. I worked on my animal research presentation on and off (mostly off), but was distracted by Buffy and a stink bug. I highlighted. (It glows.) I tried the new garlic and cheese veggie burgers I bought. Pretty good. Tomorrow, I resolve to leave the building, if only to take a short walk. Plus, I have to do laundry, so that gets me closer to the door.<br /><br />Ooh, but my favorite part of today was doing these cool puzzles in my puzzle magazine. They were mazes that turned into a picture when you colored in the right path. Very neat... :)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1157211910840587642006-09-02T11:29:00.000-04:002006-09-02T11:45:10.866-04:00The Long Awaited Semester DescriptionOr whatever you would like to describe it as. ;)<br /><br />So, 9 am, senior seminar, a class that is supposed to be limited to 15, but has about 19, meaning I don't have to talk as much, right? It's basically a big debate, or a debate a week, with people taking turns leading the discussion. I get to lead, oh, next week, so I have some preparing to do, any time now. And I'm working on picking a topic for the big paper.<br /><br />10 am, at the campus center, The Family, another large class in a poorly designed classroom with no windows. My prof is from Nigeria, but I think I almost have the accent down enough to drift a little without getting in trouble. It's been a slow start, since most of the lectures are in the texts, one of which I am reading in the library because I don't feel like buying my own copy. For this class, we have to attend Baby College one weekend. More on that after I actually go...<br /><br />11 am, back across campus. Cognition. This is going to be a really cool class, and not just because we get to hear all sorts of things about my prof, like that she has wild "pet" rabbits she calls Mouse and Jack. Cognition covers all the fun and exciting bits about the brain. Attention, perception, memory. And our final project is to make some big metaphor about what the class is all about. Hopefully by then we will know...This class is also in a weird room, third floor with a slanted ceiling. But all the rooms got new flat screen monitors and other equipment, so we can watch movies more often. :)<br /><br />12 pm, the other side of campus. Juvenile Delinquency. Another packed classroom and I always get there last, coming from farthest away, no doubt. This one is going to be good, too, I think, even though we have papers due almost every day. Critical reviews, actually, so we can write pretty much anything that relates to the reading. Yesterday we talked about hunting rabbits...and guinea pigs...<br /><br />My Tuesday/Thursday class is Social Stratification, with the same prof as Juv. Del., so I always forget which class I am in, despite them being in different rooms. This class only has 10 people, which is weird, but nice. This should be fun, too, and we get to take a field trip to the mall in a month.<br /><br />And all the rest of my time is spent at the library, entering data in the computer, answering random phone questions, or shifting/shelving books, since no shelvers were hired this year. good thing I have lots of practice shelving...<br /><br />It seems I get the room to myself on weekends, so I can do whatever wild and crazy things I feel like, such as reading textbooks out loud, using A's bed cuz it is easier to get to than mine, and bungee jumping off the top bunk. Ok, just kidding. About one of those, anyway. :)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1156884906446035882006-08-29T16:44:00.000-04:002006-08-29T16:55:06.470-04:00Back to SchoolLet's see, today I:<br /><br />-got a free textbook (older edition) from my prof :)<br />- helped some freshman find a building<br />-got soaked on the way to work, even with an umbrella<br />- had people at work fight over who got to give me jobs<br /><br />and have yet to go to a two-hour training at work. I hope it stops raining again, but chances are I will get wet again. I already have work due this week, such as readings and papers, but I don't have all my books yet. I think I ordered the wrong one and the others, which would cost over $500 in the bookstore, aren't much cheaper on-line, not that I have time to wait for them anyway. I have yet to meet with my advisor to figure out the independent study thing, which probably needs to be turned in by the end of the week. But all in all, I think it is going to be a good semester. I like my classes so far, with the exception of the first one, in which I have to give two presentations, both fairly long and one in about two weeks, most likely. <br /><br />Well, more later, assuming I have any time between all the reading and work I am expected to do...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1156508342057648132006-08-25T08:16:00.000-04:002006-08-25T08:19:02.073-04:00I know I've been a bit lax posting this summer (ok, ok, more than a bit), but since I make new year's resolutions at the beginning of the school year, I resolve to post more regularly. Which shouldn't be a problem, as tons of exciting and interesting things happen at school. ;) Or in psych class, anyway. So here goes: one last year at Albright...keep your fingers crossed for good classes!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1149735707478441082006-06-07T23:01:00.000-04:002006-06-07T23:01:47.503-04:00Just In Case You've Wondered What I've Been Up ToWell, let's say I haven't been too busy. I've done plenty of lounging around, some cooking, baking, grocery shopping. Catching up on reading and tv show watching. I've lately become addicted to Sudoku puzzles and have done lots over the past few days. I see rows of numbers in my sleep...<br /><br />One last week of "freedom" before I start work. No plans, as usual. Just drifting along. And that's about it for my oh-so-exciting life. Until next month...or the occurance of grand adventures. ;)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9393308.post-1147658301900879952006-05-14T21:55:00.000-04:002006-05-14T21:58:21.963-04:00To echo the common sentiment of the day, Happy Mother's Day!<br /><br />Hopefully in less than 48 hours I will be able to give my mother a hug. I think that will make us both very happy. :)<br /><br />And now, back to the regularly scheduled program of studying for multiple psychology exams...while searching for something edible...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429636293040919543noreply@blogger.com2