Last night went pretty well, it wasn’t as hot last night as the night before. YAY! It was still hot, just not as bad. Geoffrey came over to visit Karel and I ended up joining them for a game of Age of Mythology.

I love this game, but I’m not very good at it, usually I get my butt handed to me. Last night I won, (chuckle) the boys, Alex, Karel and Geoffrey all ignored me and fought each other. That left me all alone to build and defend and build and prepare myself for whenever they finally did come to attack me. I had a wonder win and a big enough army to keep them from tearing it down. It was good. Then Karel pulled out a VCD of Serial Experiment Lain,( I think I spelled it correctly). Ok, this is a sick and twisted little piece of anime. I don’t particularly care for how they draw the faces, something about it always gives me the willies when I see this particular style, and with all the suicides in the show it’s pretty depressing and gory. There are some neat weird stuff about the story line that does grab your attention, like the spotted shadows, but it’s not enough to keep watching it. For those of you who like Lain, good for you, I’ll stick with my happy stuff. *grin*

As for school this morning, I passed the math pretest. I didn’t score as well as in the other tests, but I wasn’t expecting to. I’m going to try and do the orientation tomorrow so that I can get all the tests taken before the next term starts.

We also recieved our essays from last week. We’ve been doing alot of writing, since writing an essay is a major part of one of the tests. I have to thank Karel for setting up this journal for me, it’s allowing me to have alot of practice writing. So when I looked at my essay score I saw a 4.0 on it. The highest grade you can get on an essay. As I was about to show my neighbor my score, I heard the teacher start to explain how the scoring works on these essays and how it’s nearly impossible to get a 4.0, so she never gives anything higher then a 3.5 to the students who she is teaching. All of this explaination was for one student who was questioning why she only got a 3.0. I quickly slid my paper into my math book and continued with my math homework. Fortunately none of my classmates asked to see my paper, nor did I act like my paper was any big deal.

I was talking to the teacher afterwards and she went on to explain that it’s really hard for the high schoolers to get a 4.0 because they don’t really have enough to say in their papers. Since I’m 30 and have lived a pretty full life so far, I have alot of opinions and experiences to fill out my essays with. The kids who are in my class who are dropping high school for their GED don’t have the level of life experience to have alot to say. She actually told me that she fully expects me to completely enjoy my time in school because I have this rich background with which to support my schooling. With all the uncertainty in my life, this was a wonderfully supportive thing to hear.

I have one friend who wants me to babysit for her during the fall term, I’ve told her that if my schedule allows I will see what I can do. I love her kids and have watched them for years. However, she keeps trying to pressure me to attend night classes so that I can be free to babysit during the day so she can go to school at the same time her husband does.

Nothing really wrong with that, however what got my goat was that yesturday, she was telling me about this potential part time job she might take and how they wanted more hours from her then she wanted to work. And how if she did school all day and worked the evenings she would never see her kids. I just looked at her and nodded in sympathy for her situation. Inside I was rolling my eyes and thinking, “oh, so it’s not ok for you to go to school all day and work nights because you can’t see your kids, but it’s ok for me to babysit your kids and go to school at night so I never see my kids?”

Hello? One standard will do just fine, thanks.

That’s not totally fair though, because I would be home when my kids got home, and of course I can drag her kids around when I do my PTA Pres. stuff, so it’s not quite the same thing, but it’s the principle of the thing that bugs me.

P.S. It figures just as I complain about this in my blog, she lets me know that she did find a daycare provider who will take her kids. I’m glad for her, and glad for me.

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