Saturday, December 18, 2010

It's Been Pretty Boring Lately...

It's been more than two months since I landed abruptly in my last "Jennifer Adventure." Crashed Viv.  Missed the (intended) marathon.  Upended plans that had been made many months before.  Affected friends and family, inconvenienced emergency services, held up traffic. Y'know...my normal routine.

That means I've been more than overdue for a jolt of some variety.  Last year, I spent my winter break dealing with the aftermath of the stroke.  This year I was hoping to prevent further brain and/or bodily damage.  But what could happen to me that would keep myself and my loved ones on our toes without burdening the health care system?

I've got it!  A financially crippling car issue!  Whew.  I was concerned that I might continue along with my lame, uneventful life with nary a story to tell.

But just as with the stroke, the heart surgery, the scooter crash and all the other ridiculosities that are carefully woven into my life, I needed to drag some friends into it. I need witnesses, after all.

Okay...okay...how's this?  En route to the airport with someone with connecting flights and shuttles to catch.  Pretty good, huh?  Alright.  Now, how?  Flat tire?  Nah, I can change one of those in twelve minutes.  Out of gas?  Those state roadside guys are pretty good.  That won't do.  Transmission failure?  Oh yeah.  That will prevent progress like nobody's business.

That was my Tuesday.  I picked up Mark's dad, Geoff (after I talked him out of hiring a shuttle) to get him to the airport.  About ten minutes into our ride, my tranny started slipping here and there.  I was quietly panicking, but outwardly confident that at the very least Hot Red Speed would get him to his flight on time.  We lost overdrive, but I was able to continue in 3rd gear for another ten miles or so.  Then it was clear that she wasn't going to get us to our destination.  I pulled to the side of the road, took a coupla deep breaths and assured Geoff we'd get him to his first flight on time.

Thank goodness for smart phones!  I was able to google a cab service near the airport who promised they could get Geoff to the airport on time (which they did).  I then wrangled a tow for Hot Red Speed. Waiting for the tow gave me a few minutes to call The Fab Miss Kristen for a mechanic referral (her guy has a guy). Arrangements were made.  We found our way back to our neck-o-the-woods.  Mr. X picked me up from the shop. Mark brought me lunch.

Hot Red Speed's gonna need her transmission rebuilt.  $1200 - $1500. Happy Holidays.
  • Coming soon:  Seeking Silver Linings.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Break Out

I made it to the other side of the semester. Alive. I remember complaining about last spring as though it was the meanest 16 weeks I'd come to know.  Turns out, Spring 2010 was Fall 2010's weakling kid brother.  That said, I'm growing weary of hearing myself complain about those five miserable classes, so I'll tell myself the same thing I have each time I exit my final final.  Next semester will be easier.

Whether accurate or  not, it is what I choose to believe to protect myself from implosion.

Here are some truths to back up my hypothesis.
  • I will be driving only two days a week to Warrensburg. That's $800 I won't be spending on gasoline and 80 hours I can dedicate to more productive activities...like sleeping and watering the houseplants.
  • The classes I'm taking are reportedly easier than those I just experienced.  According to the instructor, Medical Nutrition II is easier than Med I.  Supposedly the same goes for Advanced Food Systems Management.  Two classes are online, one at JCCC, and Community Nutrition has a reputation for being "a joke."
  • It will be my last semester of undergrad.  There is a piece of parchment and a cap and a gown and a celebration following whatever this term brings. "Celebration" should probably be in all caps, bold, italics and multicolored...and perhaps jiggling about the screen excitedly.  The end of this term calls for one heckuva party -- if only in my head. 
So I'm on my "break."  I have to immediately cram for my GRE and take it, hopefully before year's end. As I see it, that should give me a nice ten day vacation between crossing that milestone and wrapping up this adventure that should have ended many, many years ago. 

P.S.  I haven't forgotten about the whole public-humiliation-weight-loss thing.  Nor have my pants.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Riddled with Foibles

So as long as I score somewhere between a 35.2% and a 98.5% on my Medical Nutrition final, I'll end up with a B on my transcripts.  I don't know if doing the math was a good plan or a bad one.  It would be so easy to enjoy the other four As from the semester and take the next five days with nary a worry.

But a B?  Seriously?  Do you know how much I detest Bs?  Gaarrrgggh!  I won't have it!

While the spring when I took microbiology at the same time as organic/biochemistry was a bear, this semester has been some variety of yet unnamed sasquatch type creature. With rabies. And a stubbed toe.  You know how distressing a stubbed toe is?  Well, imagine being misunderstood and lonely out in the forest with rabies and a stubbed toe.  You'd be pretty mean, huh?  Yup.  That kinda semester.

One more week of presentations and finals.  Three days until I subject myself to the moment of truth test and challenge my reputation as a straight A student.

I'll be honest.  I probably don't deserve an A.  There are only a few select students in the class who get it.  They can listen, absorb, read, retain, and regurgitate.  I, on the other hand, look at an awkwardly worded multiple choice question and break out in hives.  Perhaps I would see the world and school and life a little differently if I weren't friends with The Valedictorian.  I certainly would be able to take a 3.0 x 3 credit hours with a little less panic were my old grades not so riddled with foibles.

But riddled with foibles they are, so study I must. Don't expect a peep out of me until after next Thursday.