And lo the end is nigh (part IV)

It's come.
 
It's finally happened.

And I don't know how I feel about it.

I've been reading blogs of various figures of interest recently, not move stars, I mean honestly, and while reading through these blogs, I found a grammar error. It was a simple enough problem to fix, but they didn't.

and it irked me.

reading further along, I found another error. this one more serious. I think my eye literally twitched. I kept going further and further until I couldn't take it anymore and switched to a different channel.

but it happened again.

ruined! I've been ruined!

where once I was able to follow the strain of thought of people who felt they knew what they were talking about, all I see now is their need to use something besides word to correct themselves.

I realize while writing this, that my own grammar while writing is horrendous in the extreme. For which I humbly appologize.

On the other hand, I'm not some (relatively) famous or well known person whose blog will be read by thousands of people.

I have no expectations of the things I write, but these affluent people of position and most of whom command at least some respect, that their work is so flawed...

It's going to take some time simply so that I can read their works once more.

And lo the end is nigh (part III)

So, while reading everyone else's blogs, I decided that everyone else leads much more exciting lives than I do.

I tend to spend my days at home reading, writing, (no arithmetic, if you please) and otherwise thinking of topics which may incite the mind to wonder.

then I go and read how someone else's day went, and my head hangs in shame.

I think to myself, why, if others go out and lead exciting lives, well then, why not I?

I could roam the streets and meet new people.
I could drive out to the ice caves with some friends and have fun slipping down the now thoroughly slippery flooring.
I could build a snowman, woman, dragon or what have you right out on my apartments front yard.
I could...

Then I open the door.
My glasses fog up.
My body begins to shiver uncontrollably.
I can feel an icicle forming beneath my nose.

Then the door closes, and I return to my spot beneath my covers to begin writing once more.

in other  news, while reading my morning news channels, I spotted two grammar errors.

Sister Armstrong, I blame you.
thanks :)

And lo the end is nigh (part II)

Well, this counts as later I suppose.

I have a question to pose to you all who may take the time to visit my lowly blog:

Which do you prefer, project finals, or test finals?

The reason I ask is because, I happen to be a fan of the project final myself.

Projects give a student time to work and research and come out with something which they may or may not be proud of.

Projects give the opportunity for students to find an aspect of a given topic to become interested in, and thus give their all.

Projects give others wiggle room to decide what could be improved, as opposed to just telling someone straight out that they aren't good enough to participate in a given subject.

in short, I find them more fun, and less harsh than test finals.

but that's simply my opinion.

For example, this final for comm 111 is a n in-depth version of a previous piece of work which we've all been able to choose for ourselves. As the case stands, each of us in class were not only able to find something which interested us, but were given the time to thoroughly discover more aspects of the topic which would in turn make the topic more interesting.

just imagine, if you would, if instead of this project, we were given a 75 question, correct the grammar mistakes test.

just saying, in my opinion, it could have been much much worse.

And lo the end is nigh (part I)

And so I say unto you all my brothers and sisters,

The end is at hand!

That day when fire raineth down from the sky to scorch this frozen land.

Until then, we're stuck in Hades ice-box.

Well a howdy-do to all of you once again. I have to admit that the past several weeks have been wearying.

where to start.

Roughly a week ago, after being thoroughly reprimanded in just what parts of my paper needed, ahem *touching up* (that is almost the entire thing needed to be fixed, the horror! the horror!) I decided that some more work needed to be done on the piece entire.
 
So I cleverly (clever for me anyways) decided that what my paper needed was one more tid-bit from my big source.

The problem being that, he's one devil of a person to get a old of.

So I tried for the better part of a week to get ahold of this guy, then presto, he suddenly starts answering my calls.

We start talking for a while about work and interests...

an hour later, I hung up feeling smart and knowledgable,

thirty seconds later started kicking the wall because I realized that none of the topics we discussed were ones relating to my topic in any real way.

So between finishing other finals and such, I spent much more time trying to find a way to use anything we'd discussed in my paper.

I ended up rewriting the darn thing three times, with many smaller revisions in between.

after draft number three, I read my completed work, and realized it was worse than the piece I'd started with.

so, with much reluctance, I have simply used the piece which was corrected in the first place.

hah....bad day bad day bad day...

till next time folks!