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luciabMiranda loves it when I get on the computer. Actually, I guess she likes my lap anytime, and I do tend to make a lap when I'm at the computer. Even when it's the laptop on the bed table, there's a lap under there somewhere. She is now wedged partly on the table, leaning against my chest, purring like mad. It is, of coure, impossible to be angry with a purring cat, even if she's making it damned difficult to type. Or whatever you call it if it isn't a typewriter. Anyway, she's totally blissful. My day's gotten better, but I'm still nowhere near bliss.
I just took my life in my hands (geez, I hope I'm exaggerating; I hope it isn't even my GPA at risk) and wrote to my online teacher to ask for feedback about the homework I've turned in so far. We're well over a month into the semester and I haven't heard a word from her about whether I'm sending her what she wants, or going about looking the right way. It's making me nuts. And anxious, to boot. Is that the way most online classes are run? It's very weird. I feel like I'm writing messages and sending them off into the ether, never to be seen or heard from again. Message in a bottle time.
I got one load of laundry done, which will more than get me through the week. I just threw everything in together, like the college student I suppose I am. Hey, I might as well milk this for all it's worth! I even made one or two of my phone calls I needed to, though not necessarily the important ones. So the day wasn't a dead loss, even if I still am microwave-less and Mac-less. I'm trying to decide how important the Mac is and how soon I have to get it fixed. I may wait till I get my first disability check, which will include back pay for two months, and is to be cut on Feb 23. That isn't too long, and I think I can survive with this sweet little laptop.
So, I'm off to do homework for the mystery class, which is why I got brave and wrote to her. I want to know if I need to change strategy or anything. Of course, she may not write back before I get this set of answers done. Oh, well.
I just took my life in my hands (geez, I hope I'm exaggerating; I hope it isn't even my GPA at risk) and wrote to my online teacher to ask for feedback about the homework I've turned in so far. We're well over a month into the semester and I haven't heard a word from her about whether I'm sending her what she wants, or going about looking the right way. It's making me nuts. And anxious, to boot. Is that the way most online classes are run? It's very weird. I feel like I'm writing messages and sending them off into the ether, never to be seen or heard from again. Message in a bottle time.
I got one load of laundry done, which will more than get me through the week. I just threw everything in together, like the college student I suppose I am. Hey, I might as well milk this for all it's worth! I even made one or two of my phone calls I needed to, though not necessarily the important ones. So the day wasn't a dead loss, even if I still am microwave-less and Mac-less. I'm trying to decide how important the Mac is and how soon I have to get it fixed. I may wait till I get my first disability check, which will include back pay for two months, and is to be cut on Feb 23. That isn't too long, and I think I can survive with this sweet little laptop.
So, I'm off to do homework for the mystery class, which is why I got brave and wrote to her. I want to know if I need to change strategy or anything. Of course, she may not write back before I get this set of answers done. Oh, well.
