Talking to thin air

For my evolutionary bio sections, I've been a little disappointed at how little people talk—I try to ask what I think is an interesting question, but then no one responds; or if they do, they think there is a right answer and that they'll get the question "wrong". Most of the time, I just want them to think through the question with evolutionary logic.

So today, I decided that it was stupid to ask questions that everyone was too intimidated to answer, so we broke up in to groups and had people talk individually. It wasn't exactly brilliant, in the sense that if I'd been a little more on top of things I would have tried this earlier; but, it worked so much better. The same people talked who always talked, but there were a couple of people new people, too. We didn't exactly stay on target the whole time, but that's okay—and everyone was actually talking and thinking about evolution. So yay!!!! We're definitely going to this next week, too.

In other news, I am proceeding along with my pollen. Given how often we get set back, I think I might not actually finish before Thanksgiving is over; but I'm still going to try. This weekend is going to be hellish because I want to finish making my character matrix for my plants project on the Santalales, I need to study for my plants midterm coming up next Tuesday, I need to catch up on my NaNo (25,000 by the end of the weekend, I think ...), I need to plan my class with the Roommate for Splash next weekend, I need to read an entire book for anthro because I have a paper to write for it that's due shortly after Splash ... is that it? It's also our model UN conference this weekend, which means that a whole bunch of New Hampshirites that I know will be coming in to town, and on top of having games night with the gang tomorrow and movie night on Saturday, I am going to try to get lunch or dinner with my old social studies teacher.

Goodness. I'm getting tired just thinking about it. I need to stop playing Dominion and read about Santalales.

 Yesterday was officially my mom's last day at the only real job she's ever had—she would have been there 25 years in November, but who's really counting the days at this point?  Hardly anyone stays in social work for that long, or at least not at community mental health centers; so there's been a lot of turnover in the time that she's been there.  There's only one other clinician who's been there as long as she has.  It was pretty sad. :'(  But, I got her ice cream and pizza to make her feel a little better.  And at this point, we've been in the process of moving for ... about two years, I guess it's been, so we're all kind of looking forward to it being over, even if it means I won't technically be a resident of New Hampshire any more.  (I am trying to find a way through that loophole!  THEY CAN'T MAKE ME GIVE UP MY STATE!!!!!  I HAVE TO VOTE IN THE ELECTION!!!!!!!!)

In other news, I spent most of yesterday battling sprint reading The Door in the Basement.  I like it, but it needs a bit of work.  Hopefully he will like my suggestions!  Still trying to finish the Hierophant's thing, though—I'm almost done, and then I will be done with vampires!!!!!  It is entirely her right to write about vampires, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.  But I will still edit it, because I LOVE EDITING.

Off to school tomorrow.  It's a terrifying thought.  I have to actually do stuff, now.  Laaaaaame.

Randomly:  Last night, my brother said "blah blah blah allwhere ... I mean, everywhere".  It made me laugh hysterically for about fifteen minutes, and it didn't help that he said at some point, "Don't worry, you won't have to drive on any runway streets—I mean, one way streets."  AIRPLANE!!!!!!  RUN!!!!!  I MEAN, DRIVE!!!!!!