So, I finally got my lazy ass around to actually checking my marks, and I surprisingly did okay. It find it hilarious because I was worried about my GNED course because of the math (I actually did great on the math and not so great on the grade 8 science, mainly because I don't know, nor particularly care which fault line Vancouver runs on), and my history of ethnography course (because I couldn't be arsed to read the ethnographies), but it was actually philosophy that I did the worse on. Evidently, I am not so good at that whole abstract thinking course. But yeah, so my marks were B,B,B,C+,A-, in lingustic anthropology, history of ethnography, mathematical and scientific literacy, philosophy, and political science, respectively. Which is okay, but my GPA still dropped from a 3.3 to a 3.0, which is still good, but I need a 3.2 to be eligable for a scholarship based on how good my marks are. I'm hoping I can bring it back up next semester, and I'm only taking four courses for that purpose. It was definitely the philosophy that brought me down, though, because before that my lowest mark was a B-, which was from my english gned last semester. Hopefully, if I don't go below a B- next semester, I'll be okay.
It's good that I did manage to get a B in my history of ethnography course because I was pretty sure I'd either fail, or get a D, because I failed the midterm the first time. I think I got a 44%, but since pretty much everyone failed the exam (more because she likes to ask esoteric questions that had nothing to do with what she told us to study) she gave us an opportunity to redeem ourselves, so we got to reanswer one of the long questions that we did the worse on. I got a zero on the one asking about what the ambiguities of The Nuer were (I mistaked what she meant by ambiguous as being vague, rather than being misleading), so I redid that one and got full marks which raised the mark to 64% (still the lowest I have ever got on an exam (in university, my absolute lowest in general is probably 3% (seriously, I am bad at math)), by the way), and so I told myself that depending on what I got on the paper, I might drop the course, but then I did really good on the paper, so I didn't, and then I regretted it because I was having a hell of a time on my research project and bogged down with all these final projects and I didn't even buy Pigs for the Ancestors, let alone read it, nor did I read A Thrice-Told Tale, which were the two that the final exam was on. Well, I did read them, but that was the day before the exam. Seriously. I was looking at the outline she gave us and was thinking 'shit, I don't know the answers to anything of these, and I have to write this exam on friday' and I had my last four exams each day in a row, so I was trying to study for them, because I suck at retaining information, and most of my studying happens about 12 hours before the exam. So I was like, I need to get my ass in gear, but I was stressing out because I had rented Pigs for the Ancestors from the Mount Royal library, and it was the ONLY place in Calgary that had it for renting, right? There was one of the U of C, but it was unavaible because it was being re-binded, so I had it, but I never got a chance to read it, so I returned it because someone had it on hold, and they kept bugging me and as soon as I returned it, I went online and found out that there were questions on it, which wouldn't have been bad, but...see, I returned the book on april 21...my exam was on the 24th...and, well, the book was on hold for three days, which meant that...I couldn't get it again. So I was like 'shit, shit, shit' and thank god the person who put a hold out for it didn't come to pick it up and I went up there on the 23rd and begged them to let me look at it, and they let me borrow it for the day. So, I sat in the library from...let's see, I think my exam ended at 1:30, and I think I ate first. So, from about 2-9, and I found the answers to all the questions on the thing and studied the crap out of it. And theeen, I went home, ate supper, and then it was about 10:30 or 11 at that point because it takes me an hour to get home, and read A Thrice-Told Tale and answered all the questions for that, and that took me to about four in the morning. My exam was at 8am, which meant I had to be up at 6. So two hours of sleep, and then I wrote the exam. And I think the ONLY reason I passed that exam was because of my power studying the day before because I seriously had no idea before that. I still didn't know the answers to some questions though, because she asked a question about like...I don't even know...cultural materialism, I think it was, which was on a little sheet she gave us at the beginning of the semester that I didn't even look at (because I tend to do that, which always makes me wonder why I do okay).
Seriously, when it comes down to it, I am a horrible student. I should be failing left and right. I don't read my textbooks, I don't go over my notes, I don't really pay attention, I have a terrible memory, I finish my essays the night before (usually at like 3 in the morning), and I don't proof read them (usually because it's so late and at that point, I stop caring), I don't study unless it's the day before and depending on my mood and how late it is, I sometimes study half-assed, and then after I write the exams, I forget everything over again. >.< Just think, if I actually bothered to go over my notes and stuff and read my textbooks, I could probably get A+s and stuff. O.o I'm trying to make that my goal for next semester, but I think we all know that that probably won't happen. Although, when I stay at school, I tend to get more stuff done. Like, when I have projects due, I try to stay at the school and do it in their computer labs because I get less distracted. When I try to do them at home nothing gets done because I am extremely ADD. I'll type like a word, and then go do something else, the same thing happens when I try to write. Thing is, though, I like to rush to the bus as soon as classes end and go home, mainly because it takes me so long on transit. I need to find a more efficient way to write essays though, because it seriously takes me forever. ANYWAYS! Enough about school.
I need to go find a job. I've been doing some temp stuff with my mom, but, my mom drives me nuts. I was over there for a week and I almost killed myself, so I need to find something full time. I haven't heard back from the Red Cross, so I'm trying to send my resume into some temping agencies and do some temp or something for a bit, but ugh. Iunno. If worse comes to worse I might have to call sportchek up and try to get some hours there, but I don't know if they'll give me hours. They may because I can work as a full-time staff until september, and they have to give their full-timers 40 hours, but they may not because they might figure they have enough full-time and put me on as part-time, so Iunno. I figure though, that if I go back to doing stock, like I was, I probably won't get full-time, so I might do cross-training in cash and do full-time there. But, I don't want to do that unless I absolutely have to because I still pissed at them for jerking me around like they did, and I'm not doing it without a raise. I didn't work there for two and a half years to get paid less than what the new employees are getting, especially since I'm one of the few who actually does their job. So, whatever. My brother's friend, who I've known for a long time was being interviewed for the position of the store manager, which makes me wonder what happened to David (according to Tina, he's still there), but I haven't heard anything else about it, but if he gets the job then I'll definitely be able to get hours and a raise. Otherwise, we'll see.
On another note, my nephew is going to come and live with us to help himself get clean. I don't know how I feel about that. I think the last time I saw him was before Grandpa John died, which was about...I think 2002, so about seven years ago, so about eight since I've seen him, and he's kind of become a stranger to me. We used to be close because we're about the same age. He's 18, so he's a year younger, but my step sister and him and his sister live out in Vancouver, so we only see him when he comes over, which as I said, has been a while. But anyways, I started talking to him on facebook and stuff a few months ago, and that's when I found out he's been in drugs and stuff and apparently in the last couple of months it got really bad, so he's trying to get clean. I think he's clean right now, but he needs some help, and I guess he needs to be away from his family, so he wants to come out here and get treatment, get a job, get his highschool and then maybe get his own place, which is good, but the only problem is if he relapses. We've already warned him that if he does drugs, he's gone, but iunno, I'm worried about what might happen to him. I don't really have a lot of experience with drugs firsthand, well I do and I don't.
I've never been into drugs, and I never plan on it. I tried pot once and swore never again, so that's it for my drug experience. I don't like not being in control of myself, I won't even get drunk. But anyways, during junior high I knew a lot of kids who did drugs and was friends with a few of them, and ALL my ex-boyfriends are druggies, not necessarily at the time I was dating them, but I used to maintain relationships as friends with them after we broke up, and at the start of highschool I hung out with all the druggie kids because I didn't know anybody else, I knew them because two of them were my ex-boyfriends and friends I had made through them. Surprisingly, a lot of my friends from that time in my life were druggies, I somehow just attract them. But then after I met my other friends who weren't into drugs, I stopped hanging out with them and decided that I didn't want to really associate myself with those kinds of people. Not out of fear for myself and getting addicted, because like I said, I swore never again, but more out of I didn't want to deal with these people and self-destructive behaviour because I probably couldn't of handled it. But it wasn't like one of those 'don't talk to me' kinds of things, because I cannot bring myself to forcefully terminate a relationship. Even if someone's done wrong to me, if they try to make it better, I'll probably forgive them, but it was just I didn't hang out with them anymore, but I still talked to them, they still talked to me, but it was more as acquaintences. But anyways, I don't know how to act in this type of situation. As long as he's clean, I guess the best thing is to be normal about it. Keep him healthy and out of trouble, find him some work to keep him occupied, no late nights. I'm wondering if I should introduce him to some of my friends so he can socialize with people. My friends are good people, they don't do drugs and get themselves into trouble, so maybe that type of environment would be good for him as well. So that way, he'd have people to talk to and hang out with and won't be tempted to find some unsavoury types. Iunno, but probably not right away, maybe a bit later when his life is a little bit back on track.
I don't know. I'm just worried about it and worried about this whole scenario. But as long as he wants to get clean and stay clean, then that's the first step and I guess all we can do is be there as his support. Blah.
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