I just finished a research project for my professsional writing course. We had to make a portfolio with a bunch of different stuff in it. One thing we made was a fact sheet that could only be one page long, and it had to summarize our research. Well, my empirical research report was 13 pages long, so I was worried about how I would summarize everything onto one page without it getting too crowded. I also wanted the fact sheet to look as professional as possible, so I worked on design elements for five hours. And no, I'm not crazy. I'm just extremely picky.
Turns out, I am more talented than I give myself credit for.
Not only did I condense everything to less than a page worth of content, I designed a very impressive layout. It was the best one in the class, honestly. My instructor told me that I might want to include it in my professional portfolio, then she corrected herself and changed her suggestion to a firm demand that I include it in my portfolio. I didn't hear her do that to anyone else.
Moral of the story: Staying up until four in the morning might be in your best interest.
Another Moral of the story: There's nothing wrong with being picky.
Next topic.
Today Aurie slipped on the snow on the way home and scratched her arm and muddied up her pant leg and froze her feet and hands. Apparently, I laughed at her. I didn't mean to, I really felt bad that she fell--it's not like I get a kick out of her misery. But I have this horrible habit of laughing when I don't know what to do about a situation and I don't even realize I do it.
One of my goals in life is to be the type of person who can respond to any situation in a classy, attractive way. I want to be the type of person people are happy to just be around. I can't be that person if my automatic response to distress and awkwardness is laughter. So I've got to stop that.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Stars and Bedtime Stories
I should be working on a report, but I've been doing that for the past 96 hours. I want to write something not related to school.
Today was very strange for me.
You know how cartoons see stars when they bump their head really hard? I always thought that was funny...
Today, Aurie said she was seeing stars. She stood up too fast or something. And she asked me why that happens.
And I was lost. So I asked her dumbly, "Why does what happen?"
"Seeing stars," she replied.
That's when I found out real people in the real world see stars.
The next thing I found out was that I've never seen stars. Aurie thought that was some weird information.
The next thing I found out was that I want to see stars. I just don't want to hit my head or anything to see them.
Next topic.
I would like to post a bedtime story for everyone:
Once upon a time there was a hunter. This hunter had a good friend who was also a hunter. One day, they decided to go hunting together, so they packed their rifles, left early in the morning, and sat in the mountains waiting for a big buck. It took them a while to find a good spot that wasn't taken by other hunters, but they eventually settled down.
At about two in the afternoon, a gunshot went off, and our hunter's friend hunter screamed and passed out. Our hunter was shocked to see that his friend's shirt was soaked in blood.
Luckily, he had his cell phone, so he whipped it out and called 9-1-1.
The lady who answered the phone listened as our hunter reported that his friend had been shot in a hunting accident and was bleeding, and he thought he was dead. The 9-1-1 lady said very calmly, "Okay, sir, let's just make sure he's dead before you panic anymore."
Our hunter took a deep breath and replied, "You're right. Just a second." He put the phone down, and the 9-1-1 lady heard him walk breath a little bit more. Then she heard a BANG.
Our hunter picked up the phone again. "Okay, is it alright to panic now?"
And he lived happily ever after. The end.
Wasn't that a good story?
Today was very strange for me.
You know how cartoons see stars when they bump their head really hard? I always thought that was funny...
Today, Aurie said she was seeing stars. She stood up too fast or something. And she asked me why that happens.
And I was lost. So I asked her dumbly, "Why does what happen?"
"Seeing stars," she replied.
That's when I found out real people in the real world see stars.
The next thing I found out was that I've never seen stars. Aurie thought that was some weird information.
The next thing I found out was that I want to see stars. I just don't want to hit my head or anything to see them.
Next topic.
I would like to post a bedtime story for everyone:
Once upon a time there was a hunter. This hunter had a good friend who was also a hunter. One day, they decided to go hunting together, so they packed their rifles, left early in the morning, and sat in the mountains waiting for a big buck. It took them a while to find a good spot that wasn't taken by other hunters, but they eventually settled down.
At about two in the afternoon, a gunshot went off, and our hunter's friend hunter screamed and passed out. Our hunter was shocked to see that his friend's shirt was soaked in blood.
Luckily, he had his cell phone, so he whipped it out and called 9-1-1.
The lady who answered the phone listened as our hunter reported that his friend had been shot in a hunting accident and was bleeding, and he thought he was dead. The 9-1-1 lady said very calmly, "Okay, sir, let's just make sure he's dead before you panic anymore."
Our hunter took a deep breath and replied, "You're right. Just a second." He put the phone down, and the 9-1-1 lady heard him walk breath a little bit more. Then she heard a BANG.
Our hunter picked up the phone again. "Okay, is it alright to panic now?"
And he lived happily ever after. The end.
Wasn't that a good story?
Sunday, February 24, 2008
This ugly defaulted format for my blog
You know, I was sitting at my computer panicking over which layout I should pick for my blog, when I realized how silly I was being. I asked myself, "Brittany, why are you taking so long to pick a layout?"
I replied, "Because, Brittany, a layout says a lot about you as a human being. I have to pick carefully." And I resumed my task.
I thought about my answer, and then told myself, "Yeah, but all these layouts suck (except for the ones that Jaycey and Mom picked). So, according to your theory about layouts = the type of human being you are, no matter what you pick, the layout you choose will inevitably present you as a sucky person."
So then I stopped wasting time and just picked one at random. I will probably try to find a different one later, but then again, I'm a lazy person at heart, so I might just stick with this layout that sucks.
And I'm not sure of what a blog exactly is. I will be looking into that. Perhaps I will post some of my writing on here. Maybe some school assignments. I think I'll just do whatever the heck I want though. This is Mine.
I replied, "Because, Brittany, a layout says a lot about you as a human being. I have to pick carefully." And I resumed my task.
I thought about my answer, and then told myself, "Yeah, but all these layouts suck (except for the ones that Jaycey and Mom picked). So, according to your theory about layouts = the type of human being you are, no matter what you pick, the layout you choose will inevitably present you as a sucky person."
So then I stopped wasting time and just picked one at random. I will probably try to find a different one later, but then again, I'm a lazy person at heart, so I might just stick with this layout that sucks.
And I'm not sure of what a blog exactly is. I will be looking into that. Perhaps I will post some of my writing on here. Maybe some school assignments. I think I'll just do whatever the heck I want though. This is Mine.
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