Trials and Tribulations

Pro - I now have my very own room where I keep my very own stuff and have difined "me" space.

Con - I'm wallowing in a shithole that's trying to drive me to drink (more)

Pro - I'll be makeing an architect's case (read here: scribe's case) and a yurt frame in woodshop. Just got to get the guy some plans so he knows exactly what he just got himself into.

Con - The one class I'm required to take is being taught by the one person who I ever considered to be a "bad" teacher at this place. Sure, you're got your spineless dolts, holier-then-yer-shite morons, and your "I just want to be frieeends with my students" idiots. But they're not bad, just poor excuse for teachers. I've watched this charmer turn away more students in tears than the financial aid office. She's emotionally manipulative (I'm a little used to that by now, shields at the ready,) and inspires No Forms of Creativity. If it's not her style, if it doesn't fit in her perfect world, it's shit, and she makes you know it. Repeatedly. I like constructive critisism, but this is more a systematic deconstruction of any desires you ever harbored to become anyone vaguely art related.
I sunk below her radar 4 years ago... let's hope that she doesn't pick this go'round to start noticing me...

Pro - They fixed the water pressure. This is good. Now instead of showers that clean by soap and water, I can just jump in and be pressure washed. I amused that my shower was causeing me pain. Not exactly happy amused, but more amused in that "FSC finally fucked up in a good way" kinda way.

Con - I'm hungry. Must go procure nutrition before class.

Pro - I have Cap's class before the MiserableWench's.

- K.

Fine.

I consider myself a rather stoic individual.
Not some shiney do-gooder who helps little old ladies cross the street, (though I have been know to do so,) who dress sharply and has the great life and the clothes to fit the part.

No, I mean stoic in that I take pain pretty well. All things considered, I think people are rather inclined to agree.

So the only excuse I have is that I must have raped Keller's seeing eye dog in a past life and then made meatloaf out of innocent orphaned babies and used seal intestines for garnish.

When I was 14 (or 16?) I shoveled off an entire load (4 cords, full sized dumptruck) of sawdust, through a 3x2' hatch, in record time. Grown men working in teams wouldn't be going about the business as fast as I was. I had to; it was going to rain and dad was going to be pissed.
4 days later I'm in the hospital because both shoulders are locked up with tendonitis. Problems ensue ever since.

I shoot (archery). I enjoy it. I have transportation, and resources, and I was getting back into it. Archery requires one to use their shoulders. I was takeing the Ibuprophin, I was streching, but fucking hell, it hasn't done a thing.
It's back, and now, instead of old, achey dull throb which hurts but I ignore, I have new and improved sharp stabbing pain in the joint of my left shoulder.
Health services has bumped me up to 600 mg of motrin 3 times a day until I go in for an exam on monday. 4:15. We'll see if anything can be done about this. Let's hope that the piss-poor health insurance the school provides works.

- K, out to find kittens to detonate and spotted owls to spit.