“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.” — Voltaire
I’ve decided to finally end my hiatus and come back with the wit of a french philosopher. Actually, I have no intention of at all elaborating on that quote, I just thought it was funny and wanted to share it.
It’s been so long since I have posted I have forgotten what the last topic I posted on. Oh well, looks like I will start from scratch.
School. The fall semester has been going well so far. I’m taking intermediate algebra and conceptual physics I and by golly, do things feel backwards. I’m only going to school three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, which you would think leaves me plenty of time to get homework and home situated, but nothing could be further from the truth. By Thursday I am usually freaking out over the incompleteness and difficulty of my physics homework. That’s the other thing, Math is easier of the two classes, since when does that happen? The non-math class usually has me in tears this time. I have found that if I read ahead and prepare for the upcoming class by Friday, then I usually don’t feel quite as lost during the lecture on Saturday. I’m usually at least able to go “Yes, acceleration, I remember that word!” and then I let the other people in my lab group take over. Trust me, it’s better that way.
It’s unbelievable how much easier the math class is this semester. For one thing, there was a 2 week break between the summer and fall semester, so the stuff from the first math course hadn’t had time to leak out of my brain. Second, it’s all merely an extension of everything from the last class. What I mean is, that we’re taking concepts from the last class, refreshing ourselves on them, and then adding new things to them. Right now we’re focusing on graphing, which used to have me pulling my hair out, but now, I’m all “please, you’re boring me, you’ve GOT to have something better than this.” Believe me, I know it only gets harder. But only focusing on one chapter section per class as opposed to trying to cram a whole chapter into a single class, like during the summer semester, makes it easier. I got this shit.
I’m actually really enjoying being a college student. I am learning things. I am being challenged, I’m using parts of my brain that I’m sure atrophied during my years of locking myself in my room and playing the Sims. I have found parts of myself I wish I had known about years ago, I mean, where would I be now if I realized long ago I actually acquiring knowledge? Yep, a pizza delivery driver/career student. You would be shocked by learning how many of those people I have known in my time.
Deven, Deven, Deven. He turned 2 on the 16th. We celebrated with cupcakes and family in the rain on the 12th. His party was awesome, but I was so busy making sure everyone had a place to sit that I never got around to taking pictures of my own. My mother-in-law took pictures for sure, and when I find them, I will upload them. Anyway, he is definitely a defiant and terrible 2 year old. He throws fits, he hits, he screams, he kicks, he throws food, he runs away, he deliberately does things to make me mad and see what I will do. When I take him out and public and let him run around without me holding his hand, the second I go to take his hand to stop him, he lays down. Every time. It’s his defense, he just lays right down. He lays down, and I pick him up, and we go on our way. It’s cute the way that he knows how well it works without him getting into trouble. It drives me crazy because somedays I just really need him to go where I say to go without me having to carry his heavy butt around.
He is in the terrible two’s phase, but he is still cute as hell. He gives kisses and cuddles and love without any argument, he dances and kinda sings, and creates opportunities to say “uh-oh!” (mostly by throwing a sippy cup on the ground or by knocking it out of my hand.) He is a wonderful kid. He’s my wonderful kid.
Slowly but surely barriers are being lifted. We removed the gate to the entrance way leaving the temptation of the stairs to Deven since he can come down the stairs by himself. He is not allowed to go up the stairs alone and when he does, he is taken to time out where he must sit for 2 minutes. A lot of parents may say that leaving the stairs “open” like that is dangerous and irresponsible, but I never leave him alone. If I need to go upstairs to pee, he comes with me. I have grown eyes on the back of my head and I know where he is at all times. I’m learning that by locking your kid in a cage, like the one we had made out of our living room, does nothing to teach kids consequences, it just makes it convenient and easy for us to keep him out of trouble. This way, he learns his barriers and that actions have consequences. My goal for the next year is to get rid of all of the gates in our house. (Except for the gate thats going at the top of stairs. We’re moving it there when he starts sleeping in a bed.)
Anyway, I am tired. I’m fighting a cold and I just need to lay down. God, I hope this cold season isn’t the ass kicker last year’s was. I’m going to dig around the blog archives and see if I can find posts that illustrate the god-awfulness of Sept08- Feb09.