My (Kind of) Two Awards!

There are some pretty awesome–and stressful–things going on for me at this point.

I’m just finishing up an application for a grant to go to the National Conference of Peer Tutors of Writing, after having already sent in the presentation proposal that my (potentialy) co-presenter and I created. I’ve never applied for a grant before, aside from through Financial Aid (I suppose that might count). It’s a little nerve-wracking, and a bit demanding as well. There is a nine page fourm I have to fill out as well as write a cover letter and an essay. I also have to come up with a prompt for next year’s travel grant application as well. I’m hoping that last part is a parcipation thing, and not something they are planning on taking into consideration when contemplating whether or not I’m worth funding. PTK chords

Thought, aside from that, this last week I was able to get my chords for being a Phi Theta Kappa member. I’m proud to have them, though there are a lot of really wonderfully supportive people that are making this way bigger of a deal than it needs to be. I got a great many congratulations for the chords. Part of the reason why I’m not jumping with excitement is because I know that I paid for the chords, or rather, the memebership. However, I suppose that the exciting this is that one has to get a GPA above a 3.5 (I can’t remember exactly, it might not be that high) in order to be asked to join. I suppose, in that regard, coming from the background of a piss-poor student, it is rather an achievement, and one I shouldn’t be so….blah–for lack of a better term–about. 

These chords will contribute to my graduation bling, something I can walk down the isle at the end of fall quarter and know that to some extent, I earned them. Part of me wants to poke my high school sell and wave it in her face. She would probably have no belief that this would be accomplished.

There was a ceremony to get these chords, which, again, I thought was unnecessary. It was an induction ceremony for all memebers of PTK that regeistered this 2014/2015 school year. People invited their friends and family in hoards. My mom came, which was nice, though the only reason she knew about it was because I asked for a ride home. She insisted that she be present for the whole thing. It was nice.

However! However! I do have a ceremony that I am quite excited about. now that I’ve had the official email, I feel that I can write about it:

award

I was actually informed of this on a day when I was not feeling aweomse. I was running on four hours of sleep and was pretty certain I wasn’t smelling the greatest either. When my boss came up to me and said, “Can I tell you something?” I was fairly certain that something was that I needed to go home and take a shower.

But instead she proceeded to tell me about how each year each department selects a student to win an award. The English department at Whatcom Community College chose me for this year! She said that several faculty nominated me, which really surprised me since I haven’t been in a writing intensive class since Fall quarter. I later found out that one of the faculty was even my journalism teacher from my very first quarter, a year ago! That truely shocked me, since I had such a difficult time in that class.

So on June 11th, I get to be presented with an award and have teachers say nice things about me. I’m rather excited!

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I need your help with a project

This is for a project I’m working on. What words do you feel are strongest in the language – that is, words that express that which we hold dear and define humanism. I’m after conceptual nouns like Liberty, love, freedom, etc.

And if you have any that are in another language that doesn’t translate directly into English, I’d love to hear it, along with its gender and a rough translation of it.

Thanks friends!

Early Morning Blues

I’ve been up since 3am and I feel great!

Ok, that’s a very partial truth. In this moment, in my second cup of tea, I feel well enough to ignore the settling sleepiness that’s encapsulating my brain and eyeballs, well enough to want to write at least, and well enough to pretend I’m going to be able to pass this Shrub Quiz in a couple of hours.

I’m finally remembering why the idea of an 8am class was so bothersome to me. It’s not that I have to get up early–I happily do that any way. But I feel like through my getting-up-earliness, I’m still not able to adjust to the day, be used to being out of the house and part of the world before I have to be alert and actually participate in it. This is especially so with a lack of car. The bus that runs early enough to get me to my first class on time goes by my house at 6:50, and with only a seven(ish) minute break, I’m arriving at the college 5 minutes to 30 seconds before the class starts. I find this bothersome.

As a result, I find myself waking earlier and earlier to get a grip on things. I can’t study or do homework in the evening. By the time 3 or 4 in the afternoon hits, I’m done. My brain is ready to stop braining. So, I get up early in the morning to compensate. It works well, for the most part, but the earlier I get up, the earlier in the afternoon my brain begins to fail.

Another component to that is that I can no longer have coffee. I’m not sure how it all works out, but I’ve noticed since the car wreck that every time I have coffee or wheat I get the most horrendous cramps. I’ve stopped consuming these two things and it’s worked a treat. Perhaps it’s a matter of the two always being an irritant to my body, but the wreck was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. Either way, I survive on rice and tea now, which is fine by me. Rice is cheaper and I use less sugar in tea. However, on days like today, the amount that I could do with a triple-quad shot mocha is immense.

How do you deal with the early mornings where you just can’t quite seem to get up and going? What about early work schedules or classes?

Trying to Use Wattpad as a Tool

I realized that I’m not writing like I should be. It’s ironic really, doing all this work so that I can get into a good school to be able to get my foot through the door of a publishing agency–and I’m for the most part neglecting my writing.

Last quarter I only wrote one essay–well, two if you count the re-write I had to do due to my Humanities teacher. This quarter I haven’t had to write anything aside from reflection on movies for my Gender, Science, and Literature class. Though, I suppose, that being said, I did create a video, though it was a collaboration of writing between a coworker and I–well, she wrote most of it.

The fact remains, that I’ve been neglecting the side I most strongly associate with being me.

So to push myself, I’m putting what I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2014 up on Wattpad. It’s for the most part unedited, so if you read it, critique easily. There’s a good chance I know the problems, I just haven’t gotten to fix them.

I’m doing this to essentially light a fire under my ass to write more, edit more, and pay attention to what I love doing. I’m hoping that being more involved with the writing community will help me to accomplish this.

With that being said, feel free to follow this link to The Usual, my 2014 attempt at National Novel Writing Month.

P.S. In reference to my blogging gripe the other day, WordPress seems to have fixed the problem. Hurrah! I can now write in a box larger that four lines (I know you all were just itching to know!)

National Conference on Peer Tutoring in Writing (NCPTW)–Proposal Submitted

Well I can certainly say that this week has been a jolly pain in my ass. Aside from waking up Tuesday morning with the weirdest bouts of the spins I’ve ever experienced (nothing that I’m aware of would have induced the sensation–I hadn’t had any alcohol to drink for over a week) which lasted for several hours, and having to miss my Northwest Coast Ethnobotany class, it was midterm week. My French Midterm was scheduled for Tuesday, so I made sure that I was there, only to have it postponed to the same day as my other midterm, Thursday.

However, midterms along side of the general business of my four classes and work schedule this week were not the only things screaming for my attention. My co-worker, Katelyn, and I have been working on a proposal for the 2015 National Conference on Peer Tutoring in Writing in Salt Lake City this November. Because our presentation topic has to do with multimodality, it only felt appropriate to make our proposal of a similar nature.

I spent a good long time trying to edit the thing together. It’s not my best work by any means, though it gets the message across. If this proposal is accepted, then…well, you can watch the video and see what we’ll be talking about.

Done Working For Someone Else’s Goals

So as I recently announced (or perhaps didn’t announce, but wrote the post and never published it), I was made Vice President of the Creative Videography Club. I agreed to this last quarter, and have just been waiting to sign the paper work.

A man came in looking for me in the Writing Center, saying someone had suggested that he get me to joint he club based on the things I’d made for school. I told him no. How could I say yes? After all, the whole reason I started school initially was because I didn’t want to do video production like my boyfriend at the time wanted.

“That sounds to me like a yes,” he said, after I explained to him my history.

“It’s a no, but thank you,” I replied.

Eventually I agreed to do it, and finally, after weeks of him telling me he needed to bring me the paper work to sign, I signed it.

And a week later I quit.

I think that video production needs to be a hobby and not anything more. The minute I have to do it is the minute I want to trash my computer. It brings me too close to things with Think Piece Productions, and I don’t like being there. Not after I put in all the hard work that I did only to have my share of the company taken away because I wanted a break. Not after working tireless nights driving to and from Seattle to film a band for $50, none of which was payment for me. Not after my time and work being taken advantage of as it was.

No, I’m not healed enough from that experience, and I have. I to focus on my thing, not someone else’s goal. Video production has never been my passion. I enjoy it as a hobby, and I think it should be left at that.

A WordPress Lament, for a moment

I’m long over due for an update. I have to say, I haven’t written in a while simply because I don’t like the layout of the new blog post screen. My typing space is small, and I don’t know how to make the box the size it used to be other than to make it take up the whole screen. I used to have my settings on the “classic” style, or whatever it was before or around the time I started blogging. However, they’ve taken that option away, and now Iwordpress lament can only see four lines of my writing at a time. I, for some reason, find it quite distracting. The very small yet keen eye for design dwelling somewhere in me says that it makes little sense for the text box size to fail to match the length of the left sidebar.

What’s more, it makes it quite difficult when trying to arrange the layout of my own entry when I want to add a picture or video or whatever else to my post. Trying to position that there picture took far longer than it should.

This is my formal complaint. This layout distracts me from my ability to write (as writers’ minds often do wander), and inhibits my ability to create a charming post.

Does anyone else have similar qualms?