I will not rest until I know I’ve maintained my 4.0
I’m too nervous to blog today.
Grades are slowly trickling in and math, I’m assuming, will be the very last.
Aw…
And just like that, the highlight of my undergraduate came to a close at abruptly 10:49 this morning. That’s right: I took my final in Tests and Measurements and walked out the door, never to see that wonderful class again.
It’s the saddest day of my life right now.
Vandal football = fail. Vandal Marching Band = hooray!
And just like that, the football season is over. The second year of marching band comes to a close, with the Butt Song still intact and the famous equation of 23 + 46 = 69 still in the book. However, I realized when walking home from this last game today that we failed to play even once the Sexy Back short. This will be taken up with Torrey at a future date, don’t think it won’t.
The end!
They approved my credits!!
Yay! I’m now up to my max of 25 for next semester.
Oh! Question: should I make a website for myself where I can put up all my crappy funny comics? Opinions are good.
Why are my blogs so short this week?
Stop. Schedule time.
Look at the symmetry. Just look at it. Isn’t that just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?
Yeah, even with the U of I’s crappy last-minute scheduling, I pulled this beautiful schedule. Hooray.
BIG sigh of relief
Ahem.
1½-year anniversary of my blogs today.
Be proud (or scared, one of the two).
Well, if September was the test of my emotional strength, October was the test of my mental and intellectual endurance. Every week had at least one test and one major project due; two weeks had two tests on the same day or two tests right after one another.
But I survived, with my 4.0 still intact (as of right now, with all my tests and projects graded and returned).
Do your worst, November!
Who’s ready for the GRE?!
Well I’m sure as heck not. That’s why I bought some flashcards and such today. Luckily, you can take it five times in a twelve-month span, so I think I’ll be okay.
Goal score: 1400+
Plus I have to take the subject test on psychology. Well, I don’t have to, but the colleges I want to go to recommend it. Crap.
What the man who discovered handheld black holes said: “I have the hole whorled in my hands!”
Hurrah for homecoming! I love seeing my old elementary school and high school. ‘Tis fun. Though I think I annoyed the crap out of the clarinet section by the end of the day, because every time I got a glimpse of the high school I was all, “holy crap there’s Moscow High School I went there and was in the band yay!!” Sorry, guys.
And I wish Idaho would have scored earlier in the game—I would’ve gotten hold of those little ribbon things they shoot from the boxes in the ceiling earlier and would have been decked out even dorkier than I was. What fun boredom + ribbons can be!
Yeah, boring blogs. Deal with it!
Schedule-riffic!
All right then, people. I have my spring ’08 schedule all planned out already, and assuming I don’t find any better alternatives or my advisor advises me otherwise, this is how it’s going down next January-May:
MWF:
9:30-10:20—Statistical Analysis (Stat 401)
11:20-12:20—Developmental Psychology (Psyc 305)
12:30-1:20—Psychology of Emotion (Psyc 456)
1:30-2:20—Sample Survey Methods (Stat 422)
TR:
9:30-10:45—History of Modern Psychology (Phil 321)
11:00-12:15—Introduction to Symbolic Logic (Phil 202)
12:30-1:45—Concert Band (MusA 321)
3:30-4:45—Sensation and Perception (Psyc 444)
What fun! And I’ll probably add a directed study in there, too.
I never thought I’d see the word “fuzzification” used in a published scientific journal
I hate Signal Detection Theory and it hates me!
I seriously have nothing to say today. Worked on my psychology assignment. Read the word “fuzzification” in a published, peer-reviewed journal. Had a good laugh. Worried about my tests on Thursday.
Blah! Forgive this boring blog. They’ve been generally good lately, though, right?
Oh yay!
Holycrapholycrapholycrapholycrap, guess what?!
The spring ’08 schedule is up on the Registrar page! And you know what that means…
Obsessive planning!
This is what I’ve been looking forward to since I got this semester’s plan all figured out (what was that, March?). I love planning. Love it, love it, love it.
Ooh! And I got some new clothes for Claude: jeans (that fit—aren’t too long or too big around the waist, what an accomplishment!), a new shirt, and a coat/hoodie thingy. And a necklace. Hooray! He’s really hot.
(holycrapspringscheduleyay!)
A blog solely about school (feel free to bypass this one)
As the title says, this blog is entirely about school, so you can stop reading now if you like.
Okay?
Okay.
So I totally rocked the socks off the first tests in my Tests and Measurements class on Tuesday. Highest grade in the class. You have no idea how good it feels to know that you may actually be good at what you want to do with your life (and you beat a bunch of seniors and a few grad students). Plus it was the little ego and confidence boost that I’ve needed practically this whole month. God, this month has sucked. But more on that later.
Next item of business: grad school! So far I’ve found a total of FOUR schools that offer a PhD in psychometrics. How sad is that? But anyways, as good as the University of Minnesota sounds (and it sounds GOOD), Fordham University in New York City sounds good as well. This is probably due to the fact that they have a list of required classes, and these classes are basically very specific courses on very specific topics, such as psychometric theory and ANOVA. Dream come true!
But can you seriously see me in New York? I can’t. But I will be applying to every single school I can find (all four of them), so we’ll wait and see which one (if any) I get in to. Then decisions will be made.
Wee.
This just in: Philosophy is slowly becoming the next best thing after Tests and Measurements!
You know what I want?
Yeah, neither do I.
But today I worked on scheduling out the rest of my time here at the U of I, and I must say it cheered me up quite a bit. So did going to the library this afternoon and working on reliability coefficients for my Tests and Measurements class. And this was for made-up data; I can’t wait to see how excited I am when I start doing this for my own data.
Planning for school.
Coefficient alphas.
Joy? Is it there?
I’m working on it.
!MOOD fo eltiT golB sdrawkcaB ehT
Hooray! So volleyball games started tonight, and dangit, are they fun! I get to hang out with a bunch of cool people who don’t find me too obnoxious!
Also, we got all our shows on the field today, finally. They’re not too great, but they’re on the field. Now I just have to remember them so I can help my squad. What was I thinking, signing up to be a squad leader? I suck.
Ah, no matter. Why am I blogging about this? The two of you (yes, I’m convinced now that only two of you read these) are both in band and know of my rants/ravings/insane fun.
Oh well. Better blog tomorrow.
Why do I always say that?
Math, you’re deriving me crazy!
How many times have I used that joke?
Okay people, I’ve got another school-related question for you. As you already know, I’ve got my three minors: statistics, philosophy, and writing. Statistics and philosophy are essential—they’re highly recommended by the grad school I want to go to. Writing, on the other hand, is an “optional” one that I’m doing just because. So I’m wondering whether or not I should stop pursuing it. I’m thinking this a) because if I go for it, I’m going to have to take eight classes per semester (AT LEAST 21 credits, cause one of those classes will be a lower-credit music class) and b) I want to take Latin or some other equally awesome random classes. If I have a writing minor, I won’t have time to take anything else.
And also—and I’m a little ashamed of this—I want to have a chance to be able to drop math this semester if I need to. I just don’t know if I’m ready for another math class that’s not set up in the super-easy fashion of Polya. I’ll have to read up a bit first (but dropping is a last resort!).
I hate these kinds of things. And yes, I know minors don’t matter at all, really, once I get into grad school. That’s one of the things pushing me towards cancelling writing.
You can convert me to a z-score anytime, baby…
OH MY GOODNESS I love my tests and measurements class!! I’ve never been so in love with a class in my entire life. It’s all z-scores and t-scores and figuring out the flaws in grade equivalency scores and whatnot…it’s riveting, really! It’s the stuff I want to do.
I know, I know, boring blog, but I just wanted to express the awesomeness of this class and how much I love it. Hooray!
The day that Camus backed into a sumac was the day the palindrome was born!
Ha, well, I was so enthralled with the goings on of yesterday’s gaming fun, I forgot to do my little rundown on my classes of the day! So here they are.
My opinions on the new ones:
–Introduction to Research in the Behavioral Sciences (Psychology 218): holy crap. A whole class on writing research papers. Am I in heaven?
–Tests and Measurements (Psychology 430): I’ll be tested on tests. How grand. I also find it funny that I almost typed “testes and measurements.” Shows you where my mind is.
–Social Psychology (Psychology 320): I wasn’t looking forward to this. But now I am. Sounds fun!
Good semester.
Ronald Reagan was a mean child, always destroying the walls of his playmates’ Lego creations
Well, here we go again! I don’t know whether to jump for joy or skip for sadness. The line-up for today was:
–Survey of Calculus (Math 160): I have a message for you, Mr. Math 160…you will not ruin my 4.0! YOU will be the failure, not I! Not I! BWA HA HA! Kill me.
–Physical Geography (Geography 100): hopefully this will be fun. I like geo-fun.
–History of Ancient and Medieval Philosophy (Philosophy 320): Hooray! I get to just sit and ponder the ancient thinkers for 50 minutes and get credit for it! Bring it, Thales, bring it!
–Marching Band: stupid ½ squad. But good otherwise.
–Physical Geography Lab (Geography 100L): no opinion. Didn’t have it yet.
I can’t tell if philosophy is going to be difficult or not. I also can’t tell if my squad will be the death of me.
But I can tell one thing…
…Millard Fillmore is the MAN!
Oh-ho-ho! Somebody left the water running! I guess all we can do now is count the sunflowers
MARCHING BAND! WOOOOO!
Ah, it’s good to see fellow dorks again. I’ve been in isolation 95% of the summer (a few days with my Moscow friends and about a week in Boise with Matt were the only social interactions I had).
What else was I going to say?
Oh yeah. My dorm room RULES!
Freedom!
Ah, so I’m finally done with my directed study, meaning that I’m finally done with classes for the summer. And that’s, what, two weeks before classes start? Win.
I know all you marching band geeks are ready for band camp to start. How many of you are absolutely desperate for actual classes to start? Because I am.
Learning makes me happy.
Waiter! There’s an Intergalactic Star Cruiser in my Bran Muffin!
Hooray!
4.0!
I’m a happy camper. Now all I have to do is pull it off four more times.
Short blog. I’m bored and tired and I have school tomorrow.
Günter! Fetch the dry cleaner!
It’s summer school time tomorrow! Why, you ask? Because of this:
CURRENT AMOUNT OF CREDITS: 52
CREDITS NEEDED FOR JUNIOR STATUS: 58
CREDITS TAKING DURING SUMMER: 6
I just hope my grades hold up from last semester. I’m still waiting for 3 classes…I’ll keep you all (even though none of you care) posted!
This blog = short because I’m working on stuff for tomorrow’s.
Waiter! There’s a Leper in my Ant Colony!
Why hello again! We’ve been doing this little back-and-forth for quite some time now, haven’t we (assuming this isn’t the first time you’ve read my blog)? Anyway, I’ve decided to give you all a little list of what college has really taught me. It’s short. That should tell you something right there.
What College Has Taught Me:
1. How to make normal phone calls
Sounds strange, doesn’t it? Well, it’s true. Before college I always used to have to write down everything I had to say before picking up a phone to make a call. I mean literally I would write down every word to say to every question I could think of that they would ask during a conversation (luckily I was never caught off-guard!). College, however, made me make several impromptu phone calls over the months and gradually I’ve gotten better. I only now need to write down some stuff. So if I ever call you/leave a message and my voice sounds shaky, I’m not crying (surprisingly) I’m just nervous.
2. The knee bone is connected to the brain bone
I swear, every time I hurt my knee within a relatively short time before a test (yes, this happened more than once) I did very well on said test. It’s uncanny. I’m writing a book.
3. My play-writing style is like that of Chekov crossed with Mad TV
Thank you theatre class for putting on my (crappy) play!
4. My short story-writing style is like that of Camus
Or, in my own words, “a schizophrenic on crack” (no offense to Camus—I just think that more accurately describes how I write)
5. Reading for pleasure is about as good as it gets
I knew this already; the fact that I wasn’t able to do so for nine months just confirmed it.
6. Marching band people are the best people in the world
Seriously. Matt, Maggie, Beau, all of you—you’re awesome.
7. Seven hours straight in the Ag Sci computer lab will mess with your head.
Dear god, the chairs revolted against my dictatorship! What more proof do you need?!
8. Seven hours straight of studying for four tests will result in this.
9. I have improved my time-wasting efficiency 250%!
Woo! I can now get more done while wasting time and yet still have more stuff to do the next day when I’m wasting time again!
10. To become obsessed with Millard Fillmore is to come one step closer to utter happiness
This isn’t directly related to college, but honestly, half this list is me just rambling anyway.
Things I already knew that were further affirmed by college life:
~group work sucks
~the U of I is incompetent
~incompetence sucks
~math is POINTLESS!
~I would rather gouge out my eyeballs and sell them as bouncy balls to young children on the streets than do any more math
~I would rather perform my own tonsillectomy and sell my excavated tonsils as decorative mistletoe accessories than do any more math
~I hate math (have I mentioned this?)
~band rocks
~I’m strange
The good, the bad, and the day-long visits to the library
So I’m writing this in the library computer lab, where I’ve been sitting for the past six hours working on various projects for school that I probably should have started back in March. I can’t pull an “Ag Sci” here because there are people everywhere, and even if I did, they’d probably kick me out because I’d disrupt the mellowness that is the quiet yet constant background buzz of about twelve iPod headphones cranked up too loud in the immediate vicinity around me.
Ah, college.
I’m sitting here whispering in my head, “just two more years…just two more years…just two more years…”
Yeah, this is a boring blog.
Maxed out! No limits! Reaching for the horizon! Putting the Silly Putty on the radiator!
Woo! I registered tonight! Here we go with my schedule for next fall:
22 credits.
7 classes.
1 semester.
No insanity limit.
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