Home at last

I am done traveling for the summer. Finally. I am so tired. Of course, I still have readings, postings, and papers to finish up. But I will have, at the end of this grueling summer term, 15 of the required 39 hours completed. And that is a relief. I am still frustrated with this fall's class offerings, but next spring sounds like it will be better.

I sorted through paperwork for a good portion of the day trying to find everything we need for our house loan application. But before that, I took Olivia to the doctor for her Kindergarten physical (and immunizations). She's been cranky for most of the afternoon because of the shots, including now. I think I am going to put her to bed now.

Where I was Sunday night instead of studying...

Class Day One

The sweetest woman picked me up from the airport. She lives in Virginia Beach, so I am pretty sure that it took her a while to get there. She is just the nicest person I have met in a while. She picked me up, made me a goody bag, brought me to the dorm, helped me carry up my stuff, and then drove me to a Mexican place for dinner. Then she took me back to the dorm, where I ran into my first problem.

Vital information that I needed, but didn't get: how to set up my wireless. So I was without internet from Saturday evening until this morning. Aarg. So I had no access to maps or anything, which means that I didn't get to go to church-- couldn't find one.

My room, though, is fabulous. I have a small bedroom, and my own bathroom. I am sharing a living room with Leslie, and Mimi is next door. Leslie and I went out to dinner last night, then she took me to the grocery store. So now I have water and instant coffee and cereal and milk-- the vital stuff of life.

We talked about ideologies of the standard language myth in sociolinguistics this morning. I am still torn about this. I teach code-switching in my classes. It is lovely to say that no one should give up their accents, but really, how seriously would I be taken with my "original" accent? And I found out my prof is a year younger than I am.

In my second class, we are learning to use Photoshop CS2, which is okay. This is a nice review.

My cousin asked me how I was doing today. Here was my response...

Slowly losing my will to live...

Our house had to appraised next week or the week after.

It needs to appraise for 20% more than we pd for it.

We had to buy a new truck last week 'cause our old one died.

We traded in our old one, but have to come up with sales tax

Groceries are more expensive, suddenly.

And I somehow have to sort out semiotics (no I don't know what that means) so I can write a paper on them.

How are you?