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Friday, 30 October 2009

  • Ashlyn is crazy.

    I can't believe I let Ashlyn write that blog. I feel so foolish. I've been at work all day thinking, "The first thing I'm going to do when I get home is delete that blog post."

    I'm sorry Ashlyn, but somethings really are better left unsaid.



    Michelle

Sunday, 25 October 2009

  • It's ten-thirty. Let's see how much of an update I can give you in thirty minutes.

    Everyone keeps asking me "How's school going, Michelle?" The short answer is, "It's going well!" And it really is. I'm enjoying being back in school, and moving forward in my career goals. Although the only time I've not been moving forward was working at Walmart, or the time I spent at the Mass College of Pharmacy (I suppose that could be spun to represent a valuable experience in administration).

    School and I agree with each other. I feel quite at home at UConn, and feel confident in my abilities, only intimidated by one of my office mates who is definitely smarter than I am. (As Dad reminded me, I'm not the elite here as I was at Worcester State.) 

    I am taking three classes. No, that's not part time. It's more than full time. Full time for Grad students would be two classes, and at least one teaching assistantship. Being a humble master's student, I don't qualify for the TA-ship, therefore I need to take a third class to keep my registration at full time levels. So far I've been able to handle it, but we'll see once I really get into the papers I need to get a move on for two of those three.

    The first class is "Fifty-one, Oh-one", the introductory class that every incoming grad student needs to take, a community building experience as much as an exposure to historiography. And it's nice. There are more people who have similar (conservative) viewpoints to mine than I originally would have thought, and among those who fall on the other side of the spectrum, they are all nice, and more than a few people who are fun to be around. In this class I got my first paper back. It was a B+. If I was at WSC, I would be worried. But it doesn't faze me here. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or if I'm getting lazy.

    The second class is "Intro to Public History", a mixed grad/undergrad class. That mixture is unusual, and I'm not sure that I would call myself a "fan". But the professor is awesome (my advisor), and the topics practical and engaging to someone who is looking forward to a career in public history (either writing or museum work). I've discovered my favorite public history article. "Everyman His Own Historian" by Carl Becker, published in the American Historical Review in 1932. Yes, it's over seventy years old, but what Becker expresses is absolutely relevant in history today. The other three grad students in the class are interesting people, but one of them is in my cohort of first year grad students, and he's also one of the likeminded people, so it's nice to have him say the things I'm thinking in clearer words than I can usually articulate.

    The third class is the most difficult one. Difficult because not only is it out of my time period, but also out of my place, and out of my familiarity with methodology. "Topics in Italian History", the Italian Renaissance. Tough stuff. There are three of us Early Americans in this class. "Why did you take this?" one of the Renaissance scholars asked us collectively. We just shrugged. The professor is a little crass, and some of the subject matter we're reading is things I would never have picked up off the bookshelf, but now I know. Half this class, however, is just showing up, with the other half a Bibliographic essay. I have to get moving on the bibliographic essay, and make it a good one if it's that much of my grade. Yikes. This is where I feel the pressure growing at the base of my neck. No, it's not just strain from sitting here with my laptop on my lap, writing with my wrists resting on the computer.

    So, let's talk about something different.

    I find that my weeks are very carefully planned out. If I lose a day, I might be able to make it up elsewhere, with cramming at night, and so forth. Not the ideal way to do it, but it's tough to have three classes, and work 16 hours between Fridays and Saturdays each week. Sunday is the best day of the week, because then I can go to church: worship God, be refreshed spiritually and emotionally, and socialize with my church family. They are definitely the heart of my week.

    So, with all that carefully planned schedule, I haven't had the chance to get a lot of writing done. Also, I haven't been able to sew a lot, although I finished Aunt Linda's Renn Faire dress in time for the Faire last weekend. However, I find that piano-playing is a great way to destress. Even five minutes, playing out of "The Last Week", or Krysten's "Celtic Woman: A New Journey" songbook is therapeutic.

    Alright, that's about all the brain I have left. Have a great night, everyone!

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

  • It's all Mike C's Fault.

    Cars are, in Mr. W's words, "A necessary evil."  I don't know what I would do without them, but they have a nasty habit of breaking down just when you need them.

    Yesterday at school, everything was going well.  We had some great discussion in class regarding the "Old and New History". Afterwards, we had a little reception to welcome my cohort of new graduate students to the UConn History Department. After half an hour or so of chat, I left, rode the bus up to the commuter lot, and headed off home. 

    I was just coming down the hill on 195 towards 32 with the clutch in when I glanced at the speedometer. It was resting at "0" even though I was clearly going about 35mph. The light went green, and I let out the clutch to pick up speed. Nothing happened. Startled, I stuck the clutch back in, and let the car coast around the corner until it came to a stop 1/10th of a mile past the intersection. I put the car in neutral, and let go of the clutch. The car died.

    Okay, I thought to myself, this is strange. I started the car, released the ignition, and it died again. I kept trying for a couple minutes, hoping by some extraordinary circumstance the Honda would start and run. Nothing happened.  I called Dad. "Hi, Dad," I said when he answered.

    "Hi,  Michelle," he said. I could hear the query and amusement in his voice. "How are you?"

    "Well, I'm fine," I answered.

    There was a pause on the other end. "What happened to the car?"

    I explained the situation, and Dad told me he and Mom would drive down to CT in order to rescue me.  He suggested I call the W's, since they live not ten minutes from where I was stranded, and see if Mr. W knew any good mechanics in the area. After realizing I didn't have the W's phone number in my cellphone (which was blinking "battery low" at me the whole time), I called back, and got the number (which is now safely saved in my contacts). I called the W's house, and talked to Mrs. W, who said she would get Mr. W to come and find me.

    Isn't it wonderful to have church family spread out across central New England? Especially those who are willing to come and help a stranded motorist with only a moment's notice? I am very thankful for the W family in many different ways.

    After sitting in the car for a few minutes, Mr. W arrived. He looked at the engine, tried starting the car, and shook his head.  "I'm not sure..." he said. Okay, I thought. This may not be good. Mr. W and I had a little conversation while waiting for my parents to come. Alea, one of my fellow grad students, stopped by on her way home to make sure everything was alright. I tried to assure her things were as undercontrol as we could make them, and she headed on her way.

    Dad and Mom arrived after a little while, and talked to Mr. W about the car, and to which garage we should bring it. We ended up pushing the Honda across 32, and parking it in the Durham Bus Services parking lot for the night. After bidding Mr. W farewell, the three of us drove up to Tony's Garage, where we left the key in one of their envelopes. Then we drove home.

    I was so tired last night after returning, that I went straight to bed.

    Now, you are all wondering what this has to do with the Mike C mentioned in the title.  Well, at the new grad student reception, as he was leaving, Mike wished me a happy commute home.

    Thanks, Mike.

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

  • School

    If I think too hard about school, I start to get that knotting feeling in the pit of my stomach.  So, this blog isn't really about school.

    It's not about the books that I need to buy so that I can read ahead of time and get a headstart on everything.

    It's not about the public history class with its service learning component getting me out there in the world of Hartford's nonprofit museums (I'll find out later this month what kind of position I'll get).

    It's not about the room the Spielman's are putting together where I can crash on Wednesday nights. A special B&B just for me. What a great family!

    It's not about the time I'll put in in the car, driving an hour down to Storrs, and an hour back to Auburn.

    It's not about the fact that I'm about to embark on a new activity. It's something different than anything I've done so far, so it's not about the fact that I'm doing my best to not fret.

    So what is this blog about?

    Umm... Jacques, the little prawn in the fishtank in Finding Nemo.  He is a funny little guy who didn't get nearly enough screen time. He makes me laugh! Great diversion.

Wednesday, 01 July 2009

  • Alphabetical Randomness

    Rules: For each letter you must come up with a topic that begins with the corresponding paragraph.  You must then write a short paragraph about that topic.

    (A) Austen -- I know I've said it before, but it bears repeating: some times I feel like I'm in a Jane Austen novel. Sometimes that's a lot of fun. Othertimes, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. Am I Lizzy in this part of the story? Or am I Elinor Dashwood? Maybe I should take up character study, and be able to slip into one character or another based on the situation.

    (B) Blondes vs. Brunettes -- What's black and blue and brown, and lying in a ditch? A brunette who told too many blonde jokes. "Blonde" is a state-of-mind, not a hair color. Therefore, "blonde moments" can be experienced by anyone. Watch yourself.

    (C) Carrots -- Out of all the many vegetables available for consumption, why do carrots have to be the one that gets chosen for snacking? The texture is wierd, and it doesn't taste very good. How about we suck on lemons, instead?

    (D) Drivers -- People really don't watch out for the "other guy" when they drive.  Maybe that's a generational problem. Post-modern society has a tendency to give people a false sense of entitlement. That sense can then translate into "I have the right of way! I know there's a yield sign/stop sign/traffic light, but I'm on my way for a very important reason."

    (E) Elephants -- I have nothing against them, personally, but when a person's name can easily be linked with the common name of the species into an unattractive nickname, they're a little hard to love.  I really don't need a name that draws attention to my ungainliness, nor weight. Although the Elephant's remarkable memory is something I wouldn't mind being compared to.  If only...

    (F) Fan Fiction -- Fan Fiction is something that is a ton of fun to write. But only if it for ones own personal enjoyment.  Otherwise, I agree with Robin McKinley: besides the legal issues, it's someone else's world, and someone else's people. If they are great writers, they'll create a world that can sustain itself (IE Middle Earth), and the truly great fan fiction writers will be obviously apparent.

    (G) Ghana -- This is a small nation in Western Africa. Part of the "Gold Coast" (the name of the British colony in the same location), Ghana takes its name from an ancient kingdom that spread near the Niger River. They were the first African Nation to be granted its independence from the British Empire, becoming their own country in 1957. Since then, their history has been the common one of men who rise up, calling for a change in the current government, only to become a kind of tyrant once they have attained power.  The nation has gone from being a strict communist state, to being a military dictatorship, to being a capitalist democracy.  Currently, they are enjoying a period of stability, even with the contested presidential elections this past December. So far, they haven't fallen apart.

    (H) Hamburgers -- A good hamburger, cooked over the grill with select spices, is my favorite dinner food. Put it on a white-bread roll, with cheese, mustard, ketchup, and lettuce, and it is perfect. So tasty.  They are what I've asked for my birthday dinner two (maybe three) years in a row.

    (I) Imagination -- What would the world look like if we didn't get to use our imagination? I know I use mine every waking hour of the day, applying it to real world situations, musing about my stories, and other things.  The world would certainly be more boring, and probably a lot more inflexible, since our imagination helps us to see other sides of the picture.

    (J) Jennifer -- The English name "Jennifer" is a modern day equivalent to the Welsh name "Gwenafawr", more familiar to you all as "Guenivere". So that means my cousin and my sister's friend are both named after King Arthur's Queen!  I just figured that out yesterday, so the novelty hasn't worn off yet.

    (K) King Arthur -- I love his story.  And I already built an "Arthur" in to the history of my fantasy world.  So you know what that means... I get to retell the Arthurian Legend at some point in the future! Wahoo!

    (L) Levitation -- Wouldn't this be a great skill to have? To be able to lift objects (and people) into the air with only the power of your mind could be very useful. It would also mean we could learn how to fly. In the Star Wars Galaxy, it's known as Telekinesis, but "levitation" sounds much more magical.

    (M) March -- March is a sadly ignored month. Here in New England, it's the end of winter, so it usually is wet, cold, snowy on occasion, windy, and generally not nice when it comes to weather.  But what March represents is something much more exciting: The END of winter, and the beginning of the rest of the year.  Plus, where would we be without Saint Patrick's Day?

    (N) Nothingness --

     

     

     

    (O) Orlando -- Happy vacation spot in central Florida.  I was last there over 11 years ago. Dad was preaching for a church that met in the RTS buildings. We accompanied him and had a lot of fun with our day trips to Sea World, Disney, the Science Museum, and hanging out with the Wrights. Of course, our family lived outside Orlando for two or three years while Dad was at the seminary. That was where we welcomed two of my five siblings into the world.

    (P) PENNSIC -- The Biggest SCA event this side of the Mississippi River. For a week in August, the SCAdians meet on a field in central PA to live out the "modern middle ages", or, the "Middle Ages as they should have been." I love the idea of camping out for one whole week in period costume, with period tents, where everyone else is also in period costume, with period cooking utensils, and period tents, and period dances, and period music, and period foods, and merchants selling period merchandise...

    (Q) The Q -- my favorite out of all the villains in Star Trek.  John DeLancie does a wonderful job with the character. Later on, when they tried to include other "Q" into the story (Voyager), it didn't work, and they still needed DeLancie in order to pull it off. He was so arrogant and egostistical, but I suppose, being a vastly superior life form, that's only to be expected.

    (R) Roses -- The flower of June, and the one flower I could stare at for hours on end, letting my imagination run free along a number of different paths. I love roses.  I wish New England winters weren't so harsh, and my schedule so busy, so that I could try to cultivate them. My ideal garden definitely has a number of lovely roses, including some trailing ones that I let grow over either the gazebo, or over the long trellis, creating a romantically enclosed space...

    (S) Star Wars -- I just had to throw that in there.

    (T) Trees (in general) -- I love trees. Not so much that I am a "tree-hugger", but there is something comforting about having a tree near you, its beauty throughout all the seasons, its stability, its shelter... those qualities all make trees something that I dearly love to have about.  When I've traveled to other parts of the country, the thing that I first notice is the trees, or lack thereof.

    (U) Umbrellas -- Last winter the AAS gave out umbrellas to their staff members.  Little did the upper management realize how much we would use them.  This past month has seemed like one gigantic rain storm.  Oh, we had a few lovely days here and there, and we did our best to take advantage of them. But on the others, we've pulled out our trusty umbrellas, spread them wide over our heads, and continued to do our tasks as New Englanders always do, regardless of the weather.

    (V) Voice -- I read the opening of a book on Stradivarius, where the author mentioned how the violin was king of instruments, and waxed eloquent about the glories of the violin.  I don't really like the violin, though. Out of all the "instruments" that can be played, I prefer the voice above all. The human voice is so dynamic, and so expressive, a good singer can eclipse whatever expressiveness even the best violinist can create. 

    (W) Wal-Mart -- I felt like I betrayed my store the other day. I shopped at a different Wal-Mart. It felt so odd to be walking down the aisles, continously jolted by the similarity between the stores.  At the register, the man behind me was complaining it wasn't a real Wal-Mart, because they didn't have all the departments yet. I wanted to turn around and tell him to go shop at the Leicester Wal-Mart.  We're going to lose some of our business once North Oxford turns into a regular Super Center.

    (X) X-Games -- why would anyone voluntarily put themselves into a position where bodily harm is not only possible, but likely?  That's why I don't like football, or Pro Bull-riding, or NASCAR, or America's Funniest Videos, but mostly, why I dislike the X-Games.

    (Y) Yellow -- As a color, it's okay, but it all depends on the shade.  Softer, paler yellows are preferable to the bright yellows or golds. And usually, I'd pair it with greens, to make it a little easier on the eyes. You don't want to be staring at the sun all day, now, do you?

    (Z) Zoroastrainism -- A "religion" in ancient Persia, whose effects can be felt throughout the world even up to today.  There are many ideas similar in concept to some monotheistic ideas. Basically, there is a "good" versus "evil" in the world that was created by a single creator. The struggle between the two will continue until the good ultimately wins, and then time will end. That's a very rough understanding of what this is, and my World Civ I professor would not be happy with that answer.

     

    The End.  I hope you all enjoyed it!

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