Category Archives: school

Anything having to do with college, the University of Oregon, or any other institution I’ve had an educational run in with.

Staff ‘Stach off…

About a month before the school year started, I was informed by a text message that I had been drafted into the Staff Mustache Race.  As Knutson said, “there are no winners in a mustache contest”; here they were on the last day of ‘stashness:

Staff Stash Picture

 Yes, that is a month’s worth of lip hair growth on my face.  Yes, I know it’s barely visible.  Yes, it is bald in the middle.   Yes, I am ashamed.

Updated Update

I just spoke with my dad, he’s doing much better.  Slightly sore, but he’s feeling well enough to get up and move around.  I think he’s just happy to be out of the hospital.  Surgery just doesn’t look like fun. 

In other news, at the high school, seniors must do a senior board which is a combination of a research paper and a presentation over the researched topic.  Today was the big day when  all of the seniors present and thankfully, all of my seniors passed.  It had been a grueling two months of work over presentations, papers, and speeches.  Happily, it all paid off. 

Hopefully I took my last post-two-master-degrees graduate class to finish adding a special education endorsement onto my teach license.  I am petitioning Pacific to be forgo my last class, which is about assessment, and move onto the process of having them submit the proper forms to TSPC (Teaching Standards and Parctices Commission) stating that I’ve met their requirements… and then I hope to be done with taking classes until I am interested in becoming an administrator.  We’ll see how it goes. 

By the way, this is the 200th post on box of whine.  I’m not sure if that’s an accomplishment.

and everything don’t seem to rhyme

Last night marked the end of six long years at the University of Oregon. How am I going to survive without classes that go from five until nine at night? I guess that means I’ll have to fill my evenings with relaxing and having real meals (something that doesn’t require that you cook for 3 1/2 minutes, remove the plastic film above the vegetables, stir the vegetables, than recover with the plastic film and cook for another 1 1/2 to 2 minutes). I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of change in my life. It’s all too drastic. Too sudden.It’s been a good six-year run, but I can’t say that I’m sad to see it go. I’m sure I’ve learned a couple things here and there, but I’ve got my three pieces of embossed paper… and I’m out of here.

My third (and final) graduation is next Friday evening. And I do solemnly swear that this will be my last graduation. I think. We’ll see.


You can go your own way

It’s been a little bit since I’ve added in an update. The combination of school and school has produced a fair amount of stress and anxiety, though ‘big-boy’ school is becoming more of a nuisance than anything else. It’s not a good sign when I’m working on an assignment and I feel no urge to do my best work–I just want it done. The high school has been interesting this week, this is the first time I’ve ever had staples thrown at my head… but there is a first time for everything… unfortunately.

On the plus side, wedding stuff is moving along. The bachelor party planning should be starting soon, especially now that we know that Gio will be back up here.

Heading to the ‘Burn tonight with Meagan, then picking Jess up and bringing her to the ‘Burn on Saturday, followed by some Super Bowl watchin’ on Sunday.

It’s like I’m walkin’ with a talkin’ machine

Ok… what’s the deal with non-traditional students? Am I some magnet for the weirdest, most ‘out-there’ non-traditional students there are? I’m sitting in my late class tonight, minding my own business when this older-woman plops her stuff down beside me declaring, “Gosh! You sure have a lot to fill in on that crossword.” From that moment on I knew this was not going to be a fun three hours of class. After only a couple minutes of sitting there, my nose starts alerting me to her particular and unique stench. Sitting beside her, I felt like I could smell, and even taste, every cigarette this woman has ever smoked–every camel, every virginia slim… I can smell them all. But this olfactory invasion is not the end of my pre-geriatric problem, this woman starts to invade my space on the table. I was once blessed with enough space for my bottle of water, book, and pad of paper–but now have been reduced to my book under my paper, and the bottle of water on the floor, with Joe Camel encroaching even further. At once point, her notebook was opened onto my pad of paper, giving me access to only half of the lined sheet. She then proceeds to tell me how she has “outlawed red pens when correcting”, or how she did her class assessment on her son, or how she thinks the teacher made an error, or asking me how long I think correcting our papers will take, or continuously telling me that I’ve done a “excellent” job on writing my paper and that it must have been a lot of work writing it out by hand.

And we all know this type of person; she is the kind that asks every inane, obvious question about every possible thing. This is the type of person that takes the teacher’s saying of “we’ll get out early tonight” into a “I’m sorry we stayed a little past nine o’ clock.” And the worst offense of all, of this entire group–is saying “uh huh!” or “Ok!” or “Yep!” when the teacher says anything. The teacher could say, “You know, I really hate babies.” And at least two or three non-traditional students will say, “Yup.” and then you’ll get one who has a question about hating babies.

Now, I implore you, I don’t usually advocate discrimination–but there should be an age limit or at least an annoy-ability limit on the people they let back into college. For the sake of my sanity and nose, please, do not let these people in.

Well, this marks the end of my fifteen-minute break, I still have well over an hour left sitting by my new cacogenic friend.

You can have it all, my empire of dirt

Well, I’m back in to the stride of work and school–I can say, without hesitation, that I do not like working the entire day and then having classes until nine at night. It really diminishes my video game time or my zoned-out tv time. I miss those times. But I guess a productive existence does have its advantages as well… mostly a paycheck. The high school is good in general, although I have had some students go through some really messed up events. As Derek Bell said, “It really makes you realize that there is someone who has it crappier than you.” He said that, or “Networking ensure success” the first one seems a little bit more in line with the conversation.

On Sunday, Jess and I joined a gym… we are now, full fledged, card carrying, secret-handshaking members of Courtsports here in Eugene. I’ve already been there after work on Monday and Tuesday and accumulated around 23 miles on the bike. I’ve been all talk about getting up around five in the morning to go lap swim for an hour before I head off to work–you know, I’m really interested to see if I’ll actually do it. It at least sounds like a good idea, in theory.

This weekend is shaping out to be a trip over to Bend until Monday. It will be a nice change of scenery. But I know that come Tuesday morning when I get up and look out the window, I’ll be praying for snow just as hard, if not harder, than my students do. We’ll see.

Does your face, your pretty face get lost in a crowd

Today marks the last day of TED 610: Electronic Learning Systems. If you want to, you can take a look at the “assignments” we had to make in class.
Today we spent, literally, a half an hour (a quarter of the class) sitting there while we waited for the room’s display systems to come to an agreement with the other technologies so we could see the Powerpoint.

One hour, five minutes to go.

My sister Meagan, has been down here in Eugene for her IntroDUCKtion, I think she’s really liking not being at home. She has been staying in Ganoe Hall, in Bean complex–my old stomping grounds as an RA and resident. I thought that it was really funny when she said, “Well, I hope when I get to the dorms, they’ll be a lot cooler.” Obviously, she hasn’t learned from visiting me in the dorms that solid concrete and brick as a convection oven, especially when you sit directly under the roof of the building.

Meg opted out of having dinner at Carson and I don’t blame her. After working two summers on Campus, Carson is neither a good wide, nutritionally sufficient, artistic palette of flavors–nor does it have breathing room. The entire of the dinning hall is constantly filled during IntroDUCKtion with parents, students, summer students, and every other conference people. Nothing was worse when the cheerleading camps and the wrestling camp are in town at the same time. That’s like a hormone parade with everyone trying to throw candy.

Tonight, I head to Woodburn to drop Meagan off–then it’s right back to Eugene to work on my Diversity project, which I am kind of excited about. We’re doing the project on South Korean international students. They had told us in an interview, that one of the biggest U.S. misconceptions is that they are Japanese. So we’ve titled the project “We’re  not Japanese.” I think it will be fun, if not entertaining.

Alright, time to look like I’m paying attention, in reality, I’ll be playing a word game.

I don’t claim to be an ‘A’ student, but I’m tryin’ to be

Personally, I think it is a big mistake giving laptops to college students during class. They may totally avoid the lesson at hand to update their website–as I am showing through example. I’m currently sitting in TED 610: Electronic Learning systems, which is ultra-fancy college of education speak for “making websites”. This is the last of the three Technology in Education classes, the first was “Electronic Teaching Tools”, translation: Using Powerpoint. The second tech class I took was “Handheld Computers” which is the closest actual name to what was taught.

My sister, Meagan, is coming down to Eugene for a couple of days to make an appearance at the U of O’s IntroDUCKtion. It’s going to be weird knowing I have a family member in such close proximity to me for more than an afternoon. For the longest time, I was the only Wells in this town (well, at least this string of Wells). This town ain’t big enough for the two of us, that’s why I’ll leave after this next year. Ultimately, I think it will be a good thing for everybody… I’ll have someone to hang out with since most of my friends have packed up and left town or on the brink of doing so. Having Meg here will allow her to get out of Woodburn, which I strongly suggest for anyone who has grown up or lived in Woodburn for a couple of years. Woodburn can be a like a blackhole, you get one chance to escape the gravity of Woodburn, but if you linger too long–Woodburn can bend and stretch you, and slow down the time of your reality–sucking you back into a motionless state.

What you can’t see is that there was a break of five minutes, because the instructor was displeased with our ‘un-answering’ of his questions. Despite not doing the reading (I had a big paper last night, too busy to read about making a webpage). I got three out of four questions right. Luckily, this quiz was worth only half of one percent of the overall grade… figures, starting off with a “C”.

I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus

So here I am, in the basement of the disgraced ex-U of O law school, McKenzie (formerly Grayson, nicknamed: dis-grayson) writing this post. Friday was my last day of the seven hour, five day a week of intensive “Theories of Literacy.” And what did I learn in said class? I learned that it is fun to draw a dog with a birthday hat on… or a one legged rabbit (a personal favorite). I mean literacy is all great and everything, but I was expecting something a little bit more substantial. Although, I did get to make a pretty cool ‘zine in class.

And now for our top story: Today marks the start of the great and continuous trip from Eugene to Woodburn and back again. This will continue for about 2.5 weeks, please expect delays. Basically, I’ll be living in Woodburn and going to school in Eugene. I expect to have a serious case of L.A.S. Syndrome (Left Arm Sunburn) from all of the driving. I’m sure Pratt in his rent-a-cop days can sympathize.

Castle walls just lead me to despair

So a certain Oregon department, that should remain nameless, is stupid. For those non-teacher people, there is a battery of expensive and ridiculous tests– especially in their score expectations. Well, I took the English test almost a year and a half ago, sadly, I missed the expected score by 2 points. Disappointing, yes… but I’ve always been bad at taking tests. Two months ago, I retook the test, passing it this time. Three days after I received my passing score I receive and email from my program saying that that unnamed Oregon department has lowered their score expectations– making it so that my first test score is now considered passing. This is a big (though not totally bad) frustration. A $200 frustration. I should have waited to retake the test. But as Jess put it, “if you had waited to take the test again, the needed score wouldn’t have been dropped.” I agree.

I’m the first person I know to fail a test, then retroactively pass it a year and a half later. Life is funny.