This is truly South Florida weather at its best… perfectly clear skies in the distance, torrential downpour over one particular area. And, yes, this really is a common occurrence.
This black cloud o’ doom stretched from the Gables to who knows where, but it only hovered over a certain area… at times, it seems like these evil clouds are following me around…
My students are absolutely fascinated by my eee pc (and it’s not even the really tiny model). They all kind of stare in wonder and ask, “Is that really a laptop?” as if something so small could not possibly be more than just cuteness without a purpose 🙂 . I do love this little thing, it’s saving me so much trouble… I can pop it into any tote and I’m off. The cute factor is just one of the many perks.
One event down, two more to go. Overwhelming? Definitely. Did I realize what I was getting myself into when I agreed to this whole organization presidency gig? No. Not at all. I might not have done it, otherwise. The bright side… all the “real-world, leadership experience” I am gaining. I am now highly skilled in the art of describing how a particular event will benefit the institution in order to get funding, deciphering bureaucratic double-speak, and staying awake during long meetings. My resume appreciates it at least.
While on the subject of my resume… I need a job. A real one. Ideally, a full-time position in a library. This whole two job, teaching deal is slowly destroying me. I find that I give too much of myself to work, and have no time to work on my own projects. I want a job doing something I love, not something I do because I have no other option.
Why, oh why, do students assume that their instructors live to grade/review/comment on their papers?
I’m going to have to set some boundaries this semester. I may have a class filled with A-type overachievers, but I don’t need to feel like an overworked high school teacher. One conference, one review. Follow my advice and revise, or take the grade you earned. No more.
I have arrived at that stage where most of the girls I knew in high school are married and popping out kids by the dozen… and I’m not. And I don’t want to… so why do they make me feel like something is wrong with me?!
I experienced taste-bud heaven on Saturday evening. Went to Smith and Wollensky with some friends. We had dinner on the “cheap”, since they were participating in the Miami Spice event.
Dinner was just amazing. I had their conch chowder, filet mignon, a side of steamed vegetables and mushrooms that we shared, and a key lime “brulee”. And a lovely glass of Acacia wine. The conch chowder was a bit of a surprise. We were all expecting something similar to a clam chowder, but it was more like a gumbo. Very tasty and spicy. The filet mignon was just… O-worthy. And the key lime brulee was creamy, calorific sin. I enjoyed every bite and didn’t give a damn about the fat content.
This happy little bread roll alone was a slice of buttery decadence in a pan…
No!!! No more hurricanes 😦 If Ike hits, it’ll mean all sorts of madness. Stupid ambiguous cone…
So I decided to give the Google Chrome browser a try… It’s as minimal as they claim, though I think I could do without the bright blue design; otherwise, it’s very sleek and clutter free. Some neat features, the one-size-fits-all address bar and the stealthy “Incognito” browser option… I’m sure every guy I know will like that one 😉 .
It’s also supposed to make your browsing experience a lot faster. I’m on a fast connection at home, so no difference there, but it did make my sites load quickly when I was connected to the school network (which can be a bit slow at times).
I still love my Firefox, but this makes for a nice alternative.
This has been quite a week… Classes started, so it was back to the stress of driving, planning, teaching (in that order… unless you know Miami traffic, you do not know how stressful it can truly be). Sometimes I think I took on more than I can actually manage this semester, but I’m persistent… I’ll make it work.
I also just realized what 92 pages worth of writing looks like–my thesis took on a life of its own at some point, this is much more than I ever planned to write.
So Fay has gone and rained itself through SoFla, and is now doing the oddest thing ever–strengthening while on land.
Nothing much happened, it was like the nice little Tropical Storms of yore (of yore being when I was a wee lass… er… a kid in elementary school). Just some wind, some rain, and a nice soaking for the plants.
However, we did have a Dorothy-in-Kansas type moment this morning when my mom looked out and saw that there were chickens outside our apartment. I thought, “Chickens? She’s got to be joking.” But, no, there really were chickens. A cute little hen and a rooster. Poor things were soaked and lost. I think they came from one of the homes on the other side of the street, probably tossed about on the wind and too confused to find their way home. We fed them some rice and they seemed pleased.
Here they come…
Lola looks on in wonder… those birds are too big for her to tease.