I woke up this morning kind of tired and a somewhat grumpy. How come I am a morning person when I don’t have to be (weekends) and a not a morning person when I have to be (every other day)? Despite my serrated-edged personality this morning, I actually had a very fun first period class with my juniors and seniors. It set the tone and mood for most the day.
We were supposed to be working on their papers on a experience/lesson called A Class Divided but somehow we ended up talking about me. For some reason, I told the story of (sorry, Meg) how my sister managed to have every bodily function happen at the exact same moment. The kids were laughing so hard, I couldn’t help but laugh with them. And then, we got even more off-track and ended up talking about how if my parents hadn’t named me right away at the hospital, I was going be “Baby Wells” on my birth certificate. So, one of my students asked, “That was your name: baby?” But the way she asked it made it seem like she called me “Baby” and the class lost it. Luckily there was only two or three minutes in the class, so the utter destruction of my lesson was aptly timed. Even though the class may not have been as productive as it could have been, I think it is times like these that both teachers and students need. I think it forms a bond with the kids when you let down your guard and let them hear about your life… especially when it comes in the form of your sister exploding on the guest room couch.
By the way, I’ve included a widget (the things on the side of the page) that will allow you to switch the different themes on the page. You can do this if you don’t like the one I have right now or if you want a little change of scenery.
What am I?Cottage Groveite? Cottage Grovian? Cottage Grover?
Either way… Jess and I are moved into our house in Cottage Grove. Well, I am moved into our house, Jess is helping out on her ranch until the wedding. Last night was my first official night in the new house. Not as creepy or weird as I thought it would be. Sometimes, I’m like a little kid who wakes up in a new surrounding and gets weirded out… but not this time.
While Jess and I did make a big dent in huge stack of boxes that sit where our kitchen table will be, we’ve still got a long way to go. Lately, I’ve been putting up horrendously expensive blinds… translation: I’ve been doing a lot of cursing at inanimate objects.
All that is left from my old apartment is to clean it up so Meg can take it over at the end of the month. Unfortunately, I don’t think a “once-over” with the wet/dry vac will suffice, so I’ll be cleaning in stages–beginning with procrastination, followed by denial. Yes, this is a twelve-step program, and no, none of them will actually help me clean.
I am really looking forward to the bachelor party in one week. I think it will be a tremendous amount of fun (and it better be for that price). I can’t wait for the lap of luxury, even if it is only for five hours (which means this luxury goes for about $500 an hour).
The wedding is, literally, two weeks away. Unbelievable. I’m not nervous or scared… more overwhelmed by the wealth of everything that needs to get done. In the end, I know that everything will turn out great, it will be nice to have one big congregation of everyone… of course, most of them will be Hansons, but it is the thought that counts.
House pictures (a.k.a., pile o’ boxes pictures) will be posted ’round about when the Internet gets in place (Wednesday-ish).
Well, the computer has been moved into the living room, so you know what means… Jessica has gone home to Bend and school is over. The typical “adult” facade I’ve been sustaining has been relaxed. Now my life is centered around the coffee table. Dinner: coffee table. TV and computer games: coffee table. Sleeping: coffee table (if I’m really unmotivated.)House news: Everything is going through, it looks like the closing date could be bumped up–which means we can move all of Jess’ and my stuff out of my apartment. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
Wedding news: the webpage (July232005.com) has been updated completely. Take a look.
Future plans: Mariners game on Saturday with Pratt, then hanging out in Woodburn with Meagan and Tolley-Dog, because the parents are currently incommunicado in Newfoundland.
Also in my local headlines, my sister Meagan applied for and got a job as a Desk Assistant on campus. Yesterday, she found out that she was going to be working at my old DA stomping grounds: Carson. While I am happy for her and confident that she won’t be uber-poor next year, I’m mostly happy for me. This means I know where to go for free DVD rentals. “Hey Meg, can you rent the first two seasons of Sopranos for me?”. Kidding of course, I’m mostly happy for her.
I actually really liked working as a Desk assistant at the U of O, despite the connotation of a continued career through housing. I could work on my homework, watch movies, play corny computer games… that was the life. You could also get a good slice of everybody’s life working as a DA, you saw who was not paying their university bills or who had been in trouble the previous weekend. I’m sure she’ll have fun, delivering mail, renting out videos, making room changes. My only regret is that Pat Payne won’t be there, so Meg could bare witness to his legendary throwing up on the recycling bin, post-carson gorging. So many memories.
Picture this:Sitting in the densest of traffic outside of Salem, heading north bound on I-5. Southbound, there are absolutely no cars at all, except for the ODOT truck that is pushing another car with it’s bumper. You sit there in amazement, trying to figure the conditions under which a person would need their car pushed down the freeway. You’re amazed by this phenomenon, so is everyone else around you–including the guy driving behind you, the guy who fails to stop his car until it smashed into the back of you car.
Yep, I got rear-ended on my way to the ‘Burn on Wednesday. Stopped in traffic, the guy behind me neglected to follow suit. Both my sister and I are ok, we’re lucky that it was a relatively slow speed. My car survived more or less intact, if you don’t pay attention to my muffler that now sits right above the road, from time to time kissing the pavement. That, and my bumper is a little messed up. However, this reassures me that I never want a little car, because the height of my car, sent the other car’s nose under me. His hood was bend all the way back to the windshield, slightly bending his radiator and busting ever single light in the front of his car. The coolest thing was that my exhaust pipe made a perfect puncture wound in his bumper–a perfect round circle was missing from his bumper, which I had an exhaust pipe plug consisting of plastic and Styrofoam. Not to mention, how the little metal hook under my bumper cut straight through his hood. In an instant, we went from watching what was happening on the side of the road to becoming the attraction at the side of the road.
The other guy was very nice about all of this, apologizing–he was very sincere. I’m just glad that the dog he had with him and his two friends was alright. The State Police showed up as well as two ODOT incident response trucks. At which point Meagan said to me, “now you’re the one who is to blame for holding up traffic.” To which the other driver said, “Actually, I think I’m the one to blame.” The State Trooper got all of our information but unfortunately wrote the other guy a ticket for following too close, which is a little more salt in the wound seeing as his car was probably totaled.
I then drove to Salem to a Honda dealership, met my dad and got an estimate on the damage. Looks about shy of $700. Wired my muffler (which was nicely bowed in and about 2 inches shorter) to the bottom of my car, then I drove back to Woodburn… ready to deal with the rest of the holiday. Hopefully this is only thing that happens over the Thanksgiving break.
This is why I shouldn’t be shut off from humanity for days at a time, I tend to dwell in my own meta-cognition–see below:Maybe I am just absorbing of some of the “oh man, my life is going to be changing drastically” feelings from my sister and her move to college. I’ve spent a couple of nights with sleepless beginnings trying to figure out how every thing is supposed to work out. Moving, jobs, money, houses, and morgages… it’s all just too much adult stuff. It’s hard to believe that it is all coming closer and closer with every morning, I think that’s why I’ve been sleeping in until 11, my little rebellion against being a grown up, at least for 2 hours every day. I am still constantly surprised that no one is shocked about me becoming a teacher… I was always expecting, “dude, you’re a goof off” or “I thought you had to have a higher maturity level than the kids you teach”. As well, I could just be dwelling in the same feelings I do at every major diviation from my comfortable known universe. There is a certain safety in that, yet, there is a massive swelling of excitement about what’s to come. Mostly that I want my own house. Nothing awe-inspiring, just a nice three story farm house with very wide square posts that border the porch–that’s all I’m asking for. Personally, (and I’ve probably said this before) I don’t think that I look like an adult, to be accurate, I think that I look like some awkward form of man-boy. a moy. Sometimes I really wonder how successful I can be in the face of a world that seems already past capacity for people.
Then I think, screw it–I’ll give it a good try.
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.
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”.
Excluding German 201, things are going good, well, relatively. I have now come to the conclusion (in my waning months of my senior year) that I have chosen the wrong major for myself, this isn’t to say that Philosophy isn’t super-fantastic, because it is, but it is not as super-fantastic Education or Special Education. Ironically, in the remaining three terms I have left at the University of Oregon I think i have found my calling, I’ve always been a late bloomer, so why does this surprise me? So as you may have guessed I am taking a Special Education (SPED) and an Education (ED) class and I and I feel as though I am extremely successful at them. I may be getting my second and third ‘A’s of my college career (also ironic, my first ‘A’ was achieved in the first term of my Freshman year.) I can easily understand the material, the reading is engaging (oh, and 14th century Jewish philosophy isn’t fun reading?) so I think i might have made a small mistake being a Philosophy major, I should have gone with my life long gut feeling of education. Any road….
So I’ve hurt myself again, while playing racquetball I went flying backwards into a wall, making for a spectacular pup on my back. To make a long and quite unspectacular story short, the doctors aren’t sure yet what I did to my ribs except that they hurt and that I needed strong pain killers. On the subject of pain killers, may i just say that as a person who doesn’t sleep well, these are a small little angles with Vicodin stamped on them. So needless to say the last couple of days I’ve been very well rested.
I’ve come to the conclusion that i enjoy living by myself, lets just put it this way: I can be the master of my own domain. My messes are my own and therefore i’m not as disgusted cleaning them up. I don’t think I was meant to live with people who I’m not particularly close to… There is just something wrong about cutting a tube of sausage and then leaving both the wrapper and the knife out on the counter all day, needless to say, it wasn’t my sausage. ick. If I try the path of good naturedness and understanding means I’m a good person right? Or a Schmuck?
Finally, its really nice to see two parts of your life fit together so well. I really enjoy seeing Jessica hanging around with my family. First, it was my sister came and stayed with me for a couple of days, we played mini golf, played video games (which i kicked her butt at Dance Dance Revolution), and had a somewhat impromptu parade. Jessica and Meagan seem to really enjoy each other’s company, especially when it comes to making fun of me, which is fine by me because it is a sign of respect or at least admiration… or so I’m told. And then when Jessica and I spent the day with my mom, it just feels like one big family… i wish my family liked me as much as they liked Jessica, but you’ve got to take what you can get. I don’t think i realized how important my family’s feelings about my girlfriend were until (I finally got a girlfriend) saw Jessica with everyone of my family members and how much they liked and adored her. Best chance I ever took.
all right, Vicodin is kicking in, time for bed.