Again, mad at CU. Well, mad at myself for not dealing with CU. I hate that I get As in upper-division hard science classes as long as there is no homework. When there is homework and/or the class is lower-level, I get Cs. WTF? I know why, though: I don't go to class if lecture makes me want to bang my head against the wall (hello there, PHYS 2010!) and I don't do homework problems that are "plug and chug" if I've already done the same friggin' ones on another assignment and had no trouble with them. I will do problems out of the book (that are, naturally, not graded) if I'm having trouble with a concept. If college is about learning, why do we get graded on how well we do busywork?
In other news, I need to finish this concept map now so I can raise my homework grade with an assignment that is actually helping me learn.
Oh, and we put down Honey. Some horses are easier to let go of then others, and Honey was a tough one for me. She wasn't even 20 years old, but we couldn't get rid of her pain. After a failed too young career, she was bred, starved, and rescued (by us). Someone adopted her, and after a couple years disappeared off the face of the earth with her (doesn't happen often, but does happen) and she reappeared with us, once again as a skeleton, over a decade later. We learned that she was bred at least once, abused and rescued by another organization out of state, adopted to someone who then sold her, and brought back to Colorado where she was kept in a dirt lot and not properly fed. The dirt-lot people had a huge house and lots of "toys" of the 4-wheeler/boat variety. Their excuse for not feeding her? They had no money to buy hay for the horses they weren't showing. Fuckers. She was one of the first horses to come in after I started volunteering beyond volunteer days, and I helped soak her abscessed feet and get her to move her legs. She was so sore, with abscesses in three of her hooves, that she wouldn't even come to her bucket for dinner without lots of physical coaxing. She was better for a little while, but with the winter weather her legs started bothering her and the decision was made... She was a total sweetheart, in spite of all the crap people had done to her.
People suck.
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About Me
- Amy.mangos
- If our memories truly define us, then I have spent the past 5 years re-creating myself. Remembering the pleasure I got from doing things I can never do again makes me more determined to do all of those impossible things, like riding horses, getting a degree in microbiology, and playing my violin. I love cooking and playing in my 'garden'- the 6'x6' fenced patio I've filled with pots. Volunteering at the horse rescue across the street finishes off my new life. I may not be an accomplished rider anymore, but I can soak hoofs and mix feeds with the best of them!
1 comment:
Sounds like you just need to get thee to grad school. And I know you need to get through your undergrad credits first, but you're definitely the type that will thrive in grad school because they cut out the busywork unless you count TA work as such-and some do-ha ha.
Also, holy hell re: Honey's story. Honestly? Sounds like something straight out of Black Beauty-really tragic. I'm afraid of that happening to my horse. I'm hoping that by the time she gets too old I'll be able to afford both her and a fancier horse. I've gotten attached to the ol' cow. :)
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