I own my apparent waste of potential, and suspect it's made me a happier person.
This is one of the many reasons why we get along so well, Plei.
"Kristen is very bright but does not apply herself."
Oh, the ever-familiar "But does not apply herself" comment. Yeah, I saw that pretty often. But you know what? I had no burning drive or ambition to Do Something or Make Something Of Myself (other than, y'know, becoming the Wicked Witch of the West), so I saw no point to exerting myself to get straight As when I could get Bs with not a lot of effort. (Well, and Cs with a lot of struggling in math classes, but we won't speak of that.)
I'm sorry that Grace is still having such a rough go of it. She and all of you remain in my thoughts and prayers.
The testing and labeling thing is crazy making. I was always in advanced classes in HS and DH was always put in the slowest classes. He is a zillion times smarter than I am. In college we were in the same program and I studied untold hours while he never studied. He was in sports and worked. Never took a single note. He would read stuff One Time and get it. He reads very slowly and it is torture for him, but if he reads it he knows it forever. Bombed every standardized test he ever took.
The boys are both very capable, but don't give a shit. They do the minimum possible to maintain a level that doesn't get them grounded. I can't force motivation.
In regard to the Assassin's Creed talk here are screenshots that show the pretty (probably on a PC, the textures look too sharp for a XBox):
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The actual game may suck for all I know about it, but the setting, artwork and technology are awesome. The draw distances (rendering distant objects) are incredible.
Yay, Typo, for the exotic trip and validation all in one!
I think, in honour of American Thanksgiving, I may attempt to cook a turkey breast tomorrow. Or maybe just a roast chicken.
And then you have to dip a blanket in ebola and give it to a neighbor and then steal his land while bleeds from his eyeballs.
It's tradition!
It's a ritual sacrifice! With pie!
The potent combination of thanks, turkey and guilt followed by pie.
And then you have to dip a blanket in ebola and give it to a neighbor and then steal his land while bleeds from his eyeballs.
Hey it was smallpox! Let's not be melodramatic.
It's a ritual sacrifice! With pie!
I guess I have to make pie too! Wait, this is going to be a lot of work considering I don't have the day off.
wow that art work is amazing. that doesn't look like any game I've ever seen.
I have no idea how smart I am . I thought of myself as average in school, but I hung out with smart kids. It wasn't until I really worked for awhile that I knew I was smarter than average. The difficulty that so many people had with routine procedures.
Right now , sweet potatoes are roasting in the oven for the soup.
Yesterday was an interesting day at work - turns out one of my co-workers is a paid blogger for DR. Who. We talked fandom. She hasn't read Allyson's book yet, but she did know if it.
