I wish I could set aside a spot on this blog to say something about how my school year, or rather how the semester went. Unfortunately, I cannot. The reason for my secrecy is because I am going to start methods in the fall, and one of the key rules to starting methods is to 'not post anything onto the internet.'
Of course, my posting this blog, or any blog, for that matter is theoretically 'breaking' that rule, I however do not believe that posting things about plants and crocheting on the internet will make any eyebrows raise.
I believe I can safely say that my 2010 spring semester at the University is almost over. I have about 2 weeks left, finals to study for, and ending projects to turn in. I can see the light at the end of my tunnel right now, a faint, dim light, but I still see it.
Maybe, in a couple of years, if I don't forget, I will post what happened in my college days... or maybe I will just keep it a well kept secret. I don't know. I guess we will see.
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For a few weeks now I have been helping a friend of mine learn to crochet, which has inspired me to pick it back up again. I have always loved to crochet, but I crochet in spurts... For example: One month I crochet non-stop, while the next month I don't even pick up a granny square.
I ended up today making my first amigurumi in a very long time. I used to make these guys all the time, but put them down as they hurt my fingers because of tight tension. Today I picked it back up and made this cookie.
There is a funny story to this:
I take a class at the University called TTE300. For our midterm a few weeks ago, we were to anonymously write our professor and say what we liked about the class, what we didn't like, what worked, what didn't work, etc...
Well, for a while, our professor was using very... VERY boring PowerPoint slides. They were the ultimate snooze fest. So, when asked to say what was not working for the class, I sorta made the comment that cookies made with love from subway were a lot better than his PowerPoints...
He knew it was me automatically because I am the only person in class who has ever used the term 'cookies made with love' and he also knew I was addicted to subway. Lets just say he never let me live it down.
So today I presented him with this little guy, and told him; "Now we are even"
All I got out of him was "Touchè, Cindy, Touchè"
I have to say.... I am a bit disappointed... I was expecting a bit more of a wittier remark than just "Touchè"... but I guess I will take my winnings.