Well, I missed a few days, I know, but man has it been busy. Chris and I are both wrapped up in school work. I went to my Comp I class Thursday, and it was really fun. With all of the boring stuff out of the way from the first week, we got right into it. I got my leaf paper back. The instructor had took all of our papers to mark them up, but he didn’t grade us on them. So, the first thirty minutes or so of class was dedicated to letting everyone make all of the corrections to their papers. I, on the other hand, just sat around, twiddling my thumbs, and smugly looking around the room with an air of superiority. Why? Well, because I had no corrections to make. The only things he wrote on my paper were “good”, “good”, “good”, and “Good work, Rachel. I liked your descriptiveness and your close attention to detail. More detail about shape could have strengthened your paper.” So, I had no corrections. lol Okay, so I wasn’t really that full of myself, but I was very much relieved and happy. Relieved, because of the recent bru-ha-ha I have experienced over the comma. (I don’t think I blogged about how realizing that comma usage is somewhat relative had rocked my world from it’s very foundation, but…it did.) My instructor seemed to think my comma usage was just fine. Also, I was a little worried about the fact that I was not used to the traditional school environment, but, it’s all working out just fine. Our new assignment is to pick a food that is ate in America, and write a paper describing it to people in some foreign country that have never heard of it. We are supposed to write it like a newspaper article. I think I’ve decided to write mine on a kiwifruit. It seems like it would be a lot easier to describe than some things. This paper will be graded. Oh, and Kilt-guy was wearing a kilt again, so it seems it is his standard uniform. I’ve also gathered that he is married, a fire-fighter, works with computers, and aspires to a career after retirement from the fire station as a college professor. He is an enigma. I find myself much more interested in Kilt-guy than in any other person in the class.

For anyone who was wondering, Elijah’s head is fine. He has added a companion bruise on his forehead, and blacked the corner of the eye closest to the bruise, though. Him and his giant head can’t seem to quit colliding with things and other people. We are contemplating a helmet. And a harness. Mike Meyers on SNL tethered to the jungle gym, anyone?

Owen has got two little teeth coming in. He’s a drooly, biting, little man these days.

I took my first test for one of my classes on Friday night. It was for my Music Appreciation class. It wasn’t too hard, and it was open-book. I got my grade this morning. I got all of the questions right. Oh, yeah. The open-book part takes away some of my swagger, though. lol

Well, I need to get going. Academically, I am going strong, but I think I deserve about a D-minus in the housekeeping department. I’m not superwoman, ya know. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.