Why So Lazy??

I have an Oral Communications class that is half fresh out of high school kids and although I don't consider myself old they are still kids to me. I am 25 and have a clear path of what I want to do and the grades I'd like to recieve. We have a group presentation to do and I have 8 people in my group and have recieved information from 1 of them. My grade is riding on them and they don't seem to care about theirs. No one has made an effort to get together and put our information together. We don't know what our presentation includes nor what order we will be speaking in. I have given my email address and let them know I will put the presentation together myself with their information. I understand we all have family to visit over the holidays but I have four other finals besides this one to study and prepare for. I think they are all lazy and inconsiderate. If it comes to me putting this thing together by myself I will. But If in doing so I hope thier grades suffer. I will never be so happy to be taking 200 and 300 level classes next semester to be rid of high school kids riding on their parents dime. I pay my way and work to pay the bills. I hope someday each one of them will realize life is never handed to you and that once thier college fun is over, life gets nothing but harder.

Communiction does't always work

We went to dinner with my grandma and my mom, my son Samsun and I. We had spent the day at home cleaning the house and getting general things done. My grandma had called and invited us to Barbosa's, which I love. I had a terrible headache that had stayed with me all day. I thought going out to dinner and taking my son to the arcade would be relaxing and calm my very fickle nerves, i was very wrong. We sat down and as soon as we did Sam started shifting around and dropping toys on the floor. At first it was just annoying but then it became nerve wracking. He didn't like anything that was put in front of him and snickered every time I got angry. His food came out and the menu had not explained everything that was in his dinner. He refused to eat it and even though he didn't touch it my waiter refused to change his order without charging us. I ended up flipping out on the waiter and my son. In Sams rage to get what he wanted he flipped fideo all over me. that was my final straw. I snatched him up in front of family and the rest of the restaurant. with a stained shirt and a high temper we finished our meal and excused ourselves. He played me like a fiddle for the last time, I was furious!!!!! It took every ounce of merth I had not to beat his but till it was blue. So for me sometimes communication doesn't always work. But I proved my point and he did not get what he wanted nor will I put up with that again.

When Communication is Key

I realize that each of these blogs should relate to communication somehow. Most of blogs relate to everyday things and this one isn't any different. I had a long time friend and a close cousin fly in for the holidays. My friend is from Ashville, NC and my cousin from New Jersey. Both wonderful people that haven't let moving away change who they really are. Especially my cousin that has been in NJ for four years. She has a good job and a boyfirend thats loaded and she is still the same old girl, thats refreshing to know. That regardless of the circumstances that we don't forget our roots and the place where we came from. We went out Friday night and went to a crappy little bar to catch up. She said that her favorite bar in NJ was a little Irish Tavern down the street from her house, and shes 30 min. from NYC! I loved to hear that. We talked about everything under the sun, love, life, change, plans later. It was awesome. And then I got the Friend from NC together with my cousin from NJ and we all had a ball together. We got to relate our lives together regardless of the places we lived. I honestly can say I am blessed to have such wonderful people in my life no matter where they live. We all promised to stay connected after all holidays were over and I hope we can each keep that promise. I was so sad to see them go but the night before each one of them boarded the plane I got to laugh and dance and talk and enjoy each of them, so at least they left with a little memory of home and probably a hangover!!

Body Language

I was talking to my son's preschool teacher and she seems to think that my five year old son is too imaginative. I am a student working towards a teaching degree, at his age he is supposed to be highly imaginative. I think that every five year old boy loves video games, t.v. and playing army with thier friends. What I can't understand is why she picked my son out of 10 other boys. She says he is very smart but she doesn't want him to blur reality and fantasy. Define normal and what a kid should be doing at his age. Her fake sneer of dissaproval is rude and offensive. I hope her high school education will take her far in knowing what a child should be doing. She smiles although I think she ultimatly just doesn't like me! So, I'm sure by the look I gave her, she now understands my body language! My child just thinks LEGO Batman is more interesting than what he had for dinner last night!!!! (I'm a little overprotective if you couldn't tell....)