Sometimes the internet is too hard for me. I've been messing with this blog for hours, trying to figure out how to get my twitter on here because my good friend Emily's twitter is on her blog and I was jealous.
And so I asked her how to do and she told me--but I didn't read clearly what she wrote, thinking I knew what she was talking about, and I missed a key word that made the whole process work.
Blog doesn't give you the option to just add twitter. You have to SEARCH add twitter.
Oh Lordy. I was so frusterated finally I went back and read what she told me to do AGAIN, then caught the phrase "type in search bar."
Sometimes I think I should go back to school for web design. It's days like today that make me think I shouldn't bother.
I took web design in college. God, yes, college. That was almost five years ago. I took it either my freshman or sophomore year, I don't remember. Either way we're talking 2001 or 2002. That was a long freaking time ago. And I wasn't very good at it. Now if it was my sophomore year (I think it was) then I really didn't have any mental energy or time to devote to it. If I could do any year over, it would be my sophomore year. It was horrible. And it was completely my fault.
Anyway web design wasn't great for me. I could write simple html code and I can still read it, but I remember none of it. I know how to erase it. I know its rules. But I don't remember the commands. I don't remember the grade I got but I don't think it was very good. Maybe a C. Of course, I'm the student who does the absolute bare minimum and still gets As and Bs. Don't you hate me? Sometimes I think, "oh if only I'd applied myself in school!"
Thing is about school, I resent it. I love school, but mostly for the social aspect (odd, considering I was a total outcast when I lived in Wisconsin). I resented teachers telling me that I had to pay attention to them in class, and I resented them telling me how I should spend my time outside of their class. (I should do HOMEWORK when I get home? Hell no!) Eventually I did start doing homework, but just to get it done, not to really learn anything.
Yeah, that's right. I didn't do homework until my freshman year in high school. Really. Not unless my parents sat down with me and forced me to do it and that was only after they'd gotten threatening phone calls from my teachers saying I was failing.
I had a lot of issues as a child. If I'd been in school a few years later, I'm sure they would have diagnosed me with ADD and put me on drugs. My Sunday School teacher used to call me the Devil Child (I was the pastor's daughter!). And my personal issues...I don't know if this website has enough MB to let me list all my personal issues from growing up...
So now you're realizing that maybe the reason I'm so random is not just because I'm a random person but because it's the ADD.... (LOOK! SHINY OBJECTS!!!!! OMG A CAT!! I NEED TO PAINT THE HOUSE!!!)
That's a taste of my inner monolouge... and I have to do things with my hands or I go insane.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, 9th grade. I started doing homework in 9th grade. After I almost had to repeat 8th grade (or at least summer school) I decided that NOT doing homeowork might be harder than actually doing homework.
So the first day of school, I sat in class, tried real hard to pay attention, wrote down my assignments and took them home and did them (actually I did most of it in homeroom, cleverly evading HOMEwork). And it was EASY. A lot easier than NOT doing homework.
By now, my parents had given up on me. They probably didn't think I was going to make it through high school. Probably though I'd get a job at McDonalds asking "do you want fries with that?"
So after the first week of school, I made my mom a deal.
We were sitting in the kitchen, and I said, "Mom, if I get straight A's this quarter, can I do cheerleading again?" (I'd been banned from sports because of my grades)
She laughed hysterically. I think she said something like I could play football if I got straight A's (that's not far fetched, I asked her if I could play football once. My best friend did, she was the only girl on the team because the rest of us girls had parents who said no. more on that later.)
I'll never forget the look on her face when I handed her my first quarter report card. It was all A's and one B+. She almost fell over on the floor. And I went to cheerleading tryouts!
Okay I should go eat dinner right now. Maybe I'll write again later, at least about the time we all tried to join the boys football team.
Until....later....
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