Insomniac's blog

Okay. It is official...I'm back to normal again! Yayyyyy! I was off of school from mid-April until the end of June and it made me freaking crazy with boredom and domesticity. I have realized that I, not unlike the great and mighty lion, can not be completely domesticated. There is only so much housework, kid-scrubbin', sidewalk-chalk, and laundry a woman like me can do before an attack of the crazies gets going. Seriously though, I am so glad to be back in school now. I have this absolutely wacko of a prof for literary criticism and theory, but in a way he is kind of growing on me...sorta like mold to a crusty bowl of ice-cream. Anyhow, the class is somewhat tolerable, just as long as I get an extra large cup of coffee from the Urban Mill before I go to class. But hey, it isn't home and hearth so I'm not going to complain!

I also have a fantabulous indy study with one of the best history profs at GVSU. It is on United States Immigration History and covers from about 1880-current day. Very interesting and fascinating schtuff that I am reading for that class. Plus, it coincides nicely with my summer research project on Post-World War II Dutch immigration. I know the prof that I have the indy study with quite well so we always have a good time with it. Very nice, very nice indeed.

On Tuesday this week I get the fantabulous pleasure of meeting up with my two friends. My one friend has recently left her husband over some personal problems and has moved back home to Michigan with her four kids. I am very happy that she is back. She called me on Saturday night to say that they were back and that she was planning on staying with her parents for a month or two while she found a job and a place to rent. So, on Tuesday, my other best friend and I are going to meet up with the back-in-town friend for coffee and some catching up on life. We all haven't been together as a group since last summer when she was up for a visit and we all went out for dinner.

On Wednesday I have to meet with my summer project mentor (a.k.a. Mr. Arrogant) to discuss the project and work on the material together. The mentor is a completely arrogant and self-righteous sort of man. The horrible thing is that I picked him for this project because he was supposed to have the educational background and he, at the beginning, seemed really interested in helping me. Now, he isn't giving me what I need to get this project done and he is pissing me off by giving me unsolicited advice both in my chosen career as a historian and in my personal life. Mr. Arrogant thinks my educational advisor in history isn't giving me the supposed "correct" information on graduate schools and Mr. Arrogant thinks he is the MAN to tell me, this poor, feeble-minded woman, how life is in the "real" world of academia. Whatever...

Anyhow, that's about it for now. Glad to see you are back on the ole internets again Raye! And, for heaven's sake, what are you doing with your lives Beck and Jon? How am I supposed to snoop on you two if you don't post blog entries anymore?