The other day after work we started talking about how people name their children some weird names. Black people, I thought had a lock on naming their children bad names, until I hear my Puerto Ricans students talk about how bad the Dominican name their children, Yo, I am sorry but the look on the Dominican student’s face had me in tears, laughing that is. The look on her face said, so what if we name our children bad names, at least we are smarter then Puerto Ricans.
But the White Girl saved the day by suggesting that White people name their kids some crazy names as well. Okay go ahead tell us (Amy) a couple of bad white names for children. I thought of two, Stone, as in Stone Phillips, Apple, as in Gwyneth Paltrow’s daughter, okay three, Ireland as in Steven Baldwin daughter, you remember the one he was cursing on the phone and then it got played on You Tube.
I remember when names like Emma was just fine, and Mary, and James, and Daniel, now, bless these children, they have to endure names like Providence, Obidiah, Cancun, Denim and Fabric and all kinds of other stuff. Okay, in my next-life I will not have any children to name, only Robots I look forward to the none birthing aspect of it.
One of the Muslim student at the college where I work asked me to give a talk to his club about Morality, I was honored. He at first believed me to be a Rastafarian, nope, just love wearing dreadlocks.
I agreed to give my talk at the “conference” I planned my talk about what I believe to be the ideal of living a moral life. I was the only woman on the panel, there was a Rabbi, a priest me and later an Islamic minister, not the Imam.
The minister walked in and low and behold dude was fine, fine in the sense that I wanted to give him my number after he finished his talk. This is funny because here I was sitting on a panel speaking about morality and all I could think about was if the Minster was married, did he have children, what size shoes did he wear, was he a good minster, and how can I give him my number?
I think he knew I was interested in more than the fact that he could speak Arabic, I think there was a spark from him as well, I could tell he was checking me out. In Islam, no sister would ever approach a brother and especially not a minister, to ask him these questions. So there I sat, checking out the Minster, wishing I could just hand him my number and throw Morality to the wind.
Morality me and the Minster may not be a good fit…..but then again, I haven’t been to the mosque in a while!
Easter, a day of bright colors, colorful eggs, colorful clothing. Just Color and brightness and fun and happiness, joy, laughter, peace…..all day. The Easter Bunny is so Gay….so full of all the things that make you smile…..namly sugar. The Easter Bunny has sugar!
This is my fourth semester, in the Master’s program, I love going to school and the one thing I love is writing papers. (not) I use to write a paper and just turn it in, Now……. I have to write it according to one of the many “citation styles.” There are tons of websites dedicated to this “citation style” thingy. If life was simple and people didn’t lie and cheat to get ahead in life, we wouldn’t need all the different “Citations Style” websites, style manuals, Citations for Dummies, Citations for your Mother, Citations the EZ Way, Citations so Easy Your Monkey Could Write your Paper, Citations Who Love Citations, Citation Bible, Citations for Monkeys. Thank God we can blog…….yeah, no Citation Style needed.
There I was reading, or studing for one of my test, or working on one of my many labs, or whatever I have been working on for class, and then all of a sudden I started Feenin for Some Neckbones it hit me…POW! I had an overwhelming desire for a plate of Neck Bones splattered with mustard. I am thinking dang school must really be getting to me.
I am having thoughts of meat what the hell! I have not eaten neckbones or meat in like t12
years.
So I go back to my books, my labs and my studying and push those neckbones thoughts
right outta of my mind.
Yes, boys and girls it’s Tuesday the day after the Monday night class, which I must say, is 100 X better than last semester’s Fiasco. As I thought, I didn’t do very well on the quiz. I am a visual person. This mature brain just can’t seem to keep all the facts and computer terms in there like my 21 year old counterpart. Ho hum to be 21 and a white girl again. (haha)
Ahhh! so much work, so little time. I think I am suppose to be writing something bloggable about library school. I wonder do these instructor really understand that some of us work full time and have families, and yes, we know we are in library school, but you do they know that sometimes we just want to sleep at a regular time, other than two in the morning because….I am trying to get those extra ten points…..so I can get an A and graduate from graduate school…..like a mature adult.
I day dream about the time when I will be done with quizzes, papers, classes, and school. Done with graduate school, all I keep seeing is me standing on that stage, accepting my master’s degree, and thanking God that I made. Because it’s my dream I decide to dream big, I am in the top of my class and they ask me to make a speech. This time they don’t use a famous person or an actor who never earn a degree, he got an honoary one just because he/she is an actor. Nope, they decide this year, we are going to pick our own, as I am about to speak on my life in graduate school a student comes to the desk, the circulation desk…I do work in the library, duh! They ask for help. Day dream gone….until next time.
We took a quiz yesterday, I must say, it was easier than I thought it would be. Even if I didn’t do so well. I was anticpating something way harder. However, Next time I hope to be much better.
