Recently, I was accused and "convicted" for cheating by a professor of mine. She is my Government professor and is something like a hard-assed bitch. My vulgar language is due to how stupid I think this situation is. Let me shed some light on why I think that I am not guilty.

I was doing an online quiz with a friend of mine from said Government class. On such quizzes it is common to use the book and any other resources you may find helpful, this goes for any class. We were in the midst of a quiz when she came down to the room we were in and proceeded to at least sound like she was joking in saying that we were cheating. We thought she was joking and proceeded with the quiz as they are timed. When we finished we went to her class and she told the class that "two students" had been cheating on the quizzes and that she was going to change how she administered the quizzes. She then proceeds to give us zeros on that quiz and that drops my grade to a 70. I cannot, as I have explained before, get below a 80 in any of my classes and so this pissed me off especially considering that I did not think that I was cheating.

I sent her an email saying that I did not believe I had been cheating and that she should have thoroughly given her definition of cheating in the syllabus because I felt as though I had been misinformed.

She tells me that I am "getting an attitude with her" and that the quizzes should be done using only the brain to take them and that they are a test of your knowledge. She refuses to outline her definition of cheating, which I thought a very reasonable request, and I feel that leaves us in the dark as to what she expects form us on these quizzes.

Basically, this class is hell and I would not recommend it to my worst enemy.

Do not, I repeat, do not take a class with Gretchen Lockett. EVER.

Happy New Year!

2009 was a year that was not particularly awesome or blech for me. It was a year, as many years are. I do have to admit that there was more drama than I had expected, but having Ethan to help me get through it was a life saver.

Some people go over all the world events in these sorts of blogs but I think I am going to keep it simple and stick with me. For starters, New Years Eve/Day was awesome. Ethan and I celebrated by dressing up (the same way we will/have this year.) To put a cherry on top we were each other’s first New Years Kiss!

I spent much time cuddling with Ethan and enjoyed spending careless hours with my writing community buddies. Those happy times are ones that I cherish so much now that I don’t get to enjoy them much anymore.

Towards the end of April and going into May I discovered that I wasn’t going to get the HOPE scholarship. My family does not have enough money to pay for college alone (at least not a big university like West GA). I was forced to postpone all my plans and enroll at Chattahoochee Tech, which, I will admit, is not as bad as I had originally thought. This, for me, has meant less time with Ethan and much more money spent on gas.

The beginning of my summer was mostly uneventful seeing as how Ethan was in Spain for that first month. After his return (which was an awkward one at best) we enjoyed a month of lovely-ness seeing each other most every day that I was off. This all stopped on the day that I wrecked my Crown Victoria (which happened to be on one of our month-aversaries). Since the wreck was my fault even after I got my new car I was unable to drive anywhere except school and work. (Did I mention that I got a job while Ethan was in Spain?)

I took three classes this quarter. Sociology, History and Math (which I had previously failed) are those courses. I made great grades in all of these classes (thankfully) and these grades are (dum dum dum duummmm) an A in Sociology, a B in History and miraculously another B in Math. With these grades I am on my way to get back to my deary and on to bigger and better things.

This Christmas was interesting for me. It is the first time I have ever had money to buy gifts. I enjoyed that immensely since I am so giving. It was also a great year for receiving for me. My parents gave me around 200$ in gift cards along with some awesome makeup, some weird pens, highlighters, some clothes, aloe socks, bath sets that smell amazing, a teal umbrella, a pink star covered scarf, wall clings in the shape of the Fleur de Lis, and that is pretty much it.

Ethan kept up the French theme and gave me a Eiffel Tower clock and magnet board. He also gave me a teal paisley sheet set, Memoirs of a Geisha (the movie), some pretty Christmas ornaments, some teal and black striped gloves, some teal snowflake ornaments and for the Crème de la Crop, a silver locket.

Various other gifts include 20$ to spend at Outback Steakhouse from my uncle, 25$ to spend at Mapco (where I work) from my corporate manager, “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” from my coworker Casey that come with a soda and some candy and popcorn.

This year, I hope, will be fantastic. I am looking forward to all the fantabulous movies that are coming out this year and finally getting back to West GA where I belong.

I have a couple of New Years Resolutions starting with getting back into shape and toning my abs. I also plan to get great grades in all my classes and save my money. Lastly, I intend to make time to keep my room manageable.

This is it for this New Year's Blog (which I am also posting on my Facebook) and I hope everyone had a fabulous year and has a great 2010!

What Government doesn't want you to know about Heathcare Reform.

A Note I Recently Posted On My Facebook Account.

As I was watching TV, while I was eating dinner with my mom, I stumbled upon something that absolutely appalled me. Generally I let politicians do whatever they want and leave me out of it, but this time it is personal.

Many questions have recently been asked of our country's leader that he has been dancing around, trying to avoid the honest answer so that his precious reform gets passed. The basics of these questions are: What if I have existing conditions and take many medications? What will happen to me? Will I be taken care of? The general answer: You won't have to worry about your pre-existing conditions. We won't have to worry. They won't hear of any pre-existing conditions. Since they aren't worried about it, we shouldn't.

The honest answer, as I see it, is that these people will be treated by everyone very similarly as to how their insurance companies treat them. I have many existing conditions and know what will happen. As someone who has to deal with the insurance companies to get my apparently "experimental" blood work covered, I know that these people will be considered the bottom of the Healthcare food chain. We will be stepped on and forced to take medicines that don't really do anything because the reform can't handle the prices of our normal medicines. Routine procedures will be taken care of. Insurance companies will have to take care of them. Good for those with routine procedures. My blood work, which costs about a thousand dollars (which may be an exaggeration) is not "routine." What happens to me? I will be told that I don't need the blood work and that I will no longer get it done.

The fact is that I do need this blood work to determine if my medicine is still doing its job. Recently I have been having a multitude of nosebleeds. It was my blood work that told us that my platelets were fine and were not the cause. This has caused a lot of progress. Obviously, I need this blood work.

Yes, I will admit, Healthcare needs some fixing. SOMETHING needs to be done. Some of his ideas are good. For the healthy, this is the best idea. For those of us who are un-healthy, it is the worst possible conclusion. Why not find something that works for everyone?

These are the pictures from my wreck just about two weeks ago on the 18th of July. Ethan and I were driving to a local festival called "Homespun." I turned across a lane of traffic (and in defense, the road looks like a two lane but it is four lanes.) A guy T-boned me and I totally totaled my car.

That is right people, I no longer have a car. The worst of everything is that the wreck happened on mine and Ethan's 9 month anniversary. ait was a very sad day.

If you look at the door that was ruined, that is the seat Ethan was sitting in. Had the guy hit harder, or if my car had been not so much of a tank, Ethan would more than likely be gone. I am very thankfull he is very much alive and not hurt. In fact, I was hurt more than him. I had whiplash and he had a cut.

The insurance company is giving us 6,358.70$ for the car when it is worth 9,500$. It is really bullshit.

For now, that is all I have to say about this. On a possitive note: I get to get a used car that is new to me. :]

Positives

The list of positives is running a little short in my mind. This list is purely to help me feel better. I have been feeling that other people have more interesting and better lives than me and so I am proving myself wrong. 

The Positives:

1) I have Ethan. He is in Spain, but I still have him.

2) I have a roof over my head.

3) I turn 19 soon and will hopefully be getting book money for it. I am also having a fun party. :]

4) For Ethan's birthday, I might be going with him and his family to Flordia.

5) I might be getting a job soon. 

6) My mom is taking over her half of the antique mall soon and that will bring in a decent amount. We won't have to feel burdened by our bills that we currently can't pay. (My dad was laid off....again.)

7) I have great friends.

8) I have lots to look forward to when my cuddle-fish gets home from Spain.

9) While I am going to a local school, which does not make me happy, I will have time to hang out with friends I haven't seen in a while. 

10) I will be able to keep whatever job I get and be able to bring in a nice amount of money. 

I think this is all that I have for now. If you can add anything I would be very pleased to see it. :]

Today things are different.

Today I lost my HOPE scholarship. I feel really bad about it and I wish it hadn't happened, but it did. The reason behind this: Math and Professor Katie Chaple-Borton. I will now be headed to a local technical school instead of staying here at the school I have become accustomed to and where my boyfriend is. 

My mother, not that it matters, is upset with me; claiming that I did not study. I studied so hard. For my last math test I studyed an entire week for it, almost non-stop. Chaple's class is just all B.S. and I wish I had gotten out of it. 

This is all that I have for today. Thank you for reading. I may or may not be back for a while. 

I have weird dreams.

Ok. This dream is strange so bear with me. Also, I know it is long, but if you read it you will get so many laughs. I talked in my sleep during this dream and I really want to know what I said. No one knows.  

I am taking Ethan  his old roommate, Guillem, back to school with me and I am picking them up at Ethan's house. For some reason I went down the driveway of death that leads to his house (normally I park at the top.) Ethan tells me of a shortcut that leads through the woods. It takes me to a lake/pond. Ethan grabs this "Big Cat" thing that is blue and hooks it into the mud which is supposed to help me, how I don't know. It ends up hitched to the back of my car. 

Now the only way to leave is to go underwater. It is supposed to teleport you to where you need to go. We somehow end up in Tennessee (Gatlinburg mixed with Pigeon Forge.) This is when I learn that Guillem has brought movies with him.

I drive to the mayor's house which is atop this big hill to figure it out and suddenly we are in a big field hitting sour skittles (baseball size ones) with bats. It is apparently a new sport. It is Ethan, Guillem, and some friends named Nick, Emory, Killian, me, and on retrospect, another friend, Cayla, was eating the skittles. That is the only time she appeared. We gain some coaches somehow and they keep getting pulled aside by this person, only I know it isn't a person. This thing kills them off one by one.

The dream again changes and it is only me and Killian who has now turned into this black girl named Julian, whom I called Jules.  We are in a pool learning synchronized swimming from the rest of those coaches. The last of them dies while Jules and I are discussing what we think that thing (the killer) is. 

The dream again changes and Killian is back to her normal self. Nick has transformed into the thing that has been killing everyone (he looks like a guy from GWAR.) He tells me I killed the colonel and I have to cut the colonel's green bandanna with a mini-machete in order to release the spirit. I do and then he tells me that now I have to die. I am like No way! I run around in this place that looks like a vampire's library. I get a few near misses before he comes at me with this glass. I find the machete and stab him and he dies. The cops show up and take me away and I say that I would rather go to jail than die. 

Again, change and we are in the movie menu. I am waiting on everyone so we can go get pizza for after the movie filming. (The Skittles to the jail was apparently part of a movie.) Nick stops us. He looks mostly like himself...minus the great gold and black jacket he has on. He wants to show us something so we all get on this roller coaster thing that belongs to him.

It takes us to this weird carnival looking place. Once we got off his coaster (Killian was Jules again) We all ran for the Scrambler. This one was different though. It was a giant frying pan with eggs. You had to eat all 4 eggs in order to get off. Only four people could get on. So Jules, Guillem, Emory, Ethan and I got on. Nick waited for us to get off. Ethan fell off as soon as it started. So we are doing great and all the eggs are gone in about five seconds. The lady controlling it has magic powers and keeps making more show up trying to keep us on forever. We all determine that we must fall off so we do. 

Reunited with the guys we look around. We see a playground and so Ethan, Jules and I go crazy running for it. The rest of everyone decided a playground sounded too childish. They played the arcade games. So this playground is HUGE! and we have to call one another to find someone. Ethan calls my phone right as I am about to go down a slide and I answer. He says "I see you near the slide." I tell him to hold on because I am going down a sliiiideeeee! and I hang up.

When I exit the tunnel I see a million Nicks, Guillems, Juleses(she actually comes in a bit later, but since I was describing it together...) and Emorys. They are all playing arcade games. The ones that aren't the true ones can't talk and so I figure it will be easy to find them. Right as I think that all the Emorys start saying "Hurr Durr" and all the Nicks start saying "penis penis penis" and all the Guillems start saying "I am Swedish." (lol. LIES!! he is Spanish) and the Juleses start saying "I love pennies." (o.O)

So then I try and call Ethan and there is some interference. Then I see the guy in charge of the carnival. He is talking to some of the clones. IDK what he said. Somehow I run into Jules and we hold hands so we don't get separated. The guy sends some clones to attack us and we beat them off. 

We feel hungry so we go to the Papa Johns nearby and check to make sure there are no clones. There aren't and so I go inside. Jules doesn't think to come with me and is overtaken by this fog and she is replaced with a clone. 

I run back, forgetting the pizza and Ethan calls, the real one. (the clones can call you.) He and I are about to be reunited and my alarm goes off and I wake up. 

:] There it is. Hope you liked it. :]