tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79208042011-08-02T14:47:04.704-05:00"And there Piglet is," said Owl. "If the string doesn't break." "Supposing it does?" asked Piglet, wanting to know. "Then we try another piece of string." This was not very comforting to Piglet, because however many pieces of string they tried pulling up with, it would always be the same him coming down...Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.comBlogger1731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-84811304246079762412010-08-06T12:13:00.001-05:002010-08-06T12:13:44.261-05:00

    So yesterday, Jolene's back went out due to some repetitive tasks at work. She looked like I did several weeks ago when my back went out—a walking 90 degree angle. Oh, so painful. At any rate, once Jo had called off work, we began making some phone calls to area chiropractors, and as luck would have it, the chiros in Franklin were all closed for the day.     So we called a chiro in

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-24391063556860640102009-04-10T16:31:00.002-05:002009-04-10T16:34:47.267-05:00

Cleo and Teddy Bear have had some puppies. They are seven weeks old now and almost ready to go to new homes. I am SO FOND of all of them--it breaks my heart to see them go. But even I know that six dogs is just too much. So enjoy these "limited edition" puppies...as this shall not be a repeat experience. Cleo & Teddy Bear's Family Album 2View more presentations from krisks75.

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-50942322067853608172009-03-18T23:31:00.001-05:002009-03-18T23:31:31.469-05:00

I pick Taylor up from preschool and deliver her to my mother's house for babysitting four days a week. It's a ten-minute round-trip, which means I have little five-minute conversations with Taylor. Teddy usually rides with me, and Taylor usually greets him with a squeal every day. And then it's a five-minute conversation back to the house. We don't get into anything in depth, but it's usually

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-12452723730050969842009-02-05T22:36:00.001-06:002009-02-05T22:36:38.482-06:00

My 5-week Winter Break this year was quite eventful. It's a shame I haven't posted all that's been happening, but for now, here are some pictures to enjoy from our trip to Tijuana and San Diego.Our Trip to Tijuana-San DiegoView more presentations from krisks75.

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-68726388701223215742008-12-30T16:53:00.004-06:002008-12-30T17:45:52.639-06:00

What a flurry of activity took place the week of graduation! Sharon and I had numerous finals, we had out-of-town family and guests for whom to prepare, and we had to plan our open-house graduation celebration. I was so pleased that three of my Kansas friends came for the event. Jennifer & Paula Yoder and Doris Miller brought my aunt Ida from Kansas. They drove through the night on Thursday

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-27112000066340822912008-12-29T16:51:00.001-06:002008-12-30T17:47:33.493-06:00

So having been designated the 0gden Scholar (which turns out to be a bigger deal than I originally thought), and with being one of two Mennonite sisters who were both graduating at the same time and "with honors," Sharon and I were catapulted into the media spotlight briefly. They say you get fifteen minutes of fame, and then it's over. I think "two minutes of fame" would be a little more

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-29354942484967355992008-12-28T16:51:00.001-06:002008-12-30T17:45:13.803-06:00

As many of you know, Sharon and I graduated on December 13. I thought I would try to summarize all the goings-on of the past month for blogging purposes and for those of you who are interested. I will do this in multiple postings.Graduation… wow! What an ordeal that was! What made it extraordinarily frantic was because somehow I landed the 0gden Scholar Award. So here is how that happened (

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-58897042192917747372008-12-09T01:40:00.003-06:002008-12-09T01:45:03.871-06:00

"I wish we had a Whiner's Dungeon," Sharon said. "A what?" I asked."A Whiner's Dungeon--so we could throw them in it."Puppies seemingly do not like Finals Week!! And I don't care for it so much myself.

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-48813486456522794812008-11-28T23:20:00.000-06:002008-11-28T23:21:52.025-06:00

Saras TreesView SlideShare presentation or Upload your own. (tags: trees)

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-58469414180360670472008-11-26T10:19:00.001-06:002008-11-26T10:19:21.733-06:00

To Do Before Monday, Dec. 1 1. 15-20 page research paper (100% complete, TTL!)2. Thirty Chapter Summaries (73% complete) To Do Before Tuesday, Dec. 2 1. Employee Manual (0% complete)2. Read Chapters 14, 18 (0% complete)3. Prepare for Case Study (0% complete)4. Ten-page Literature Review on ten articles (0% complete) To Do Before Thursday, Dec. 4 1. Project in Microsoft Project (0%

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-13018437557266862592008-11-20T09:03:00.003-06:002008-11-20T09:16:47.052-06:00

I usually double-post my entries to a family email group, and so I get a lot of my comments that way. Here is a compilation of recent comments on Gone—but not Forgotten. We started out discussing the pain of being a consumer and somehow drifted into sour milk.---SARA: That one scent of Suave body wash. It was pink and I don't remember the name of the scent, but they replaced it by another one

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-19726931993647276422008-11-17T20:25:00.003-06:002008-11-17T20:27:12.693-06:00

I am suspicious...of gas that is less than $2.00/gallon. How long do you think my car will run on it?

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-33621773726487350362008-11-10T21:54:00.005-06:002008-11-10T22:12:26.892-06:00

I don't consider myself to be one of those people who buys brand name items for the sake of the brand name. When I find a product I really like, however, I do expect the store in which I found the product to carry it permanently. I have an internal system which stamps my own brand of approval on certain products, very similar to the well-known "Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval." And I am

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-28779736955683260162008-09-28T18:25:00.001-05:002008-09-28T18:27:26.535-05:00

“There are three states of the world,” Dr. W said at the beginning of class on Thursday night. “You can take your test now, you can take it in thirty minutes, or you can take it on Monday.”Over the past several years, I have taken many, many tests from Dr. W (~15), and I have at least three of his classes in the grad program. His tests are admittedly a terror to prepare for and take, but he is

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-22993964514492517512008-09-20T00:04:00.001-05:002008-09-20T00:04:14.480-05:00

I am trying to work on homework. Despite the new light I recently bought for my desk, I feel like I can't see anything. I have lost all motivation ("mojo," in college-speak), and waves of despair wash over me afresh as I contemplate exactly how much work I have to do before this semester can be considered finished. When my professor told us during Class One that we were to read our textbook

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-79402209115778349652008-09-14T21:08:00.005-05:002008-09-14T21:19:17.790-05:00

So we went to Rafferty's (restaurant) last night, as one will periodically do on a Saturday night. You might [understandably] question why I am posting a photo of Rafferty's restroom instead of the beautiful salad I had, and I am, of course, happy to explain. Sharon first discovered its virtues, and since we have discussed this topic from all angles at one time or another, I had to

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-52499461439584400782008-09-09T00:16:00.001-05:002008-09-09T00:16:10.961-05:00

Grad school is hard! And I don't like it much. There is soooo much homework, and the writing is endless. In one class alone, I have to write a 15-20 page research paper in addition to thirty (30) chapter summaries in an 832-page book. I mean, these professors actually expect us to read our textbooks! How novel is that? The classes I am taking this semester are as follows: Managed Care,

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-29943134402421536122008-09-08T23:55:00.004-05:002008-09-09T00:00:41.043-05:00

My little nephew Evan was born a month ago on 8/8/08. His early claim to fame was that he was 8 lb. 8 oz.Mom and Dad went out to VA to see him this weekend. Sharon and I want to go soon, but things keep happening to keep us from going. I don’t know if it will work out for us to go before Christmas or not. Sigh.

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-75808797981621955402008-08-22T23:35:00.000-05:002008-09-08T23:41:47.029-05:00

It looks like I have fallen into the blogging trap I've seen others fall into: that of not blogging at all because it's too overwhelming to catch up with one's self. So I shall do my best to rectify the situation, although looking ahead schedule-wise, I question my success in this endeavor. Nevertheless, I enjoy writing, and so I'll give it a shot again…I shall begin with a bit about my

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-53840650209661737272008-07-20T22:40:00.002-05:002008-07-20T22:51:53.278-05:00

It's been almost a month and a half since we're back from our European trip, and I have neglected to post anything here about it. So for what it is worth, I am posting the editorial I wrote for our Journal.--- Europe OverviewIntroductionThis overview is for those of you who do not wish to read the daily blow-by-blow accounts of what we did and where we went. It is instead an overview in general

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-70433259692524308332008-07-19T21:01:00.000-05:002008-07-20T22:14:13.669-05:00

I was able to attend a two-day healthcare conference put on by HFMA (Healthcare Financial Management Association) this past week. My friend Brad is interning at the Medical Center-BG (I'm at Med Center Franklin), and since Dr. W ok'd attending HFMA as counting toward our internship hours, we decided we would carpool and go rub shoulders with some finance professionals. Brad's fiancé's parents

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-26647990077022715452008-07-07T21:31:00.001-05:002008-07-20T21:57:51.827-05:00

Sharon and I took advantage of the three-day weekend on July 4 and went to see our fast-growing niece, Selena. The changes in Selena from when we last saw her in January were astonishing. She is so smart and can think and reason and talk. What fun! The dress Selena is wearing in this photo is a dress Jolene and Sara bought her when we were in Venice in May. It comes from the neighboring

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-50752572151531156062008-06-20T22:20:00.002-05:002008-06-20T22:24:57.634-05:00

So I guess some of you know (or maybe not) that I have started my healthcare administration internship at the local hospital here in Franklin. To tell the truth, the reason I initially chose the hospital is because of its location, which is exactly four minutes away from my house. Our internships are unpaid, and so four minutes away is a Good Thing, economically speaking. I'll talk more about

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-32322891736077087992008-04-20T19:08:00.001-05:002008-04-20T19:08:22.316-05:00

While going the speed limit (in an effort to increase gas mileage) on the LONG drive home from church (25 mi):Sharon: "One would have to wonder if we're actually moving."Kris: "You really would."Sharon: "Why, we may have to start packing a picnic lunch."I thought we should start holding up a sign for the benefit of the annoyed motorists around us that says "Gas $3.49/gallon." I guess I'm

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-32204235284652416302008-04-14T20:06:00.001-05:002008-04-14T20:06:46.494-05:00

 I haven't talked about school in a while, and so I'll give an update on that. What's left: I have just two undergraduate classes left this semester, and because I hadn't taken my senior assessment class, I couldn't go ahead and start on my internship (argh). So I was granted permission by the powers that be to take two graduate-level classes prior to my graduation. My undergraduate classes

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-14579287630779355852008-04-08T18:23:00.000-05:002008-04-08T18:24:34.397-05:00

I get to see lots and lots of hospital charges. In the spirit of transparency, I shall dedicate this post to several I met up with today:Urinal $ 16.24Temperature Strip $ 15.57Box of Gloves $ 88.56Blanket-Bair Hugger $118.42Sheet $ 73.92

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1807715939564513572008-03-18T19:22:00.001-05:002008-03-18T19:22:24.087-05:00

Well, I've done two dumb things within one 24-hour period.Dumb Thing #1: I went to Martin's office yesterday to do my taxes. I stuck my cell phone in my pocket as I headed out the door because I figured Sharon would be calling to see where I was at. Martin was at his other computer working on something, and I went about my business. All of a sudden, I became aware of some teeny-tiny voices.

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-10105693585413115932008-02-09T16:28:00.001-06:002008-02-09T16:35:14.783-06:00

Well, it seems we have survived some more tornadoes around here, but it was pretty scary for a while there. We had about twelve extra people (friends, relations, neighbors) in our safe (?) and cozy basement. Some stayed the entire night and some stayed only until 2 or so in the morning when the storms were safely by us. There were many others though that weren't so lucky. The last I heard,

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-19869084594965621712008-01-26T11:34:00.000-06:002008-01-26T11:35:06.446-06:00

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-63795703496427778892008-01-20T22:06:00.001-06:002008-01-20T22:06:13.027-06:00

"This is what I am talking about," said Sharon, standing in front of the open oven door. "Real heat."We had been cold all day and were never able to quite get toasty enough. "Do you remember the days of our old furnace?" I asked her, joining her at the oven door. And so we remembered…In the house of our childhood, we had had an old furnace that had to be lit every fall at the outset of the

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-46799708179910582642008-01-11T23:20:00.001-06:002008-01-11T23:20:39.117-06:00

It seems we have a chronic problem at our house with food. I told Sharon the other day, "Never have I seen a pantry so full that has nothing in it to eat." Some of the stuff really is worthless: like the bag of doughnut mix that Sharon picked up at some bulk food shop in Indiana a couple years ago. It's been so long ago that the directions have completely disappeared so we can't make them if

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-55802597253268126112008-01-09T00:58:00.001-06:002008-01-09T00:58:58.982-06:00

Yay! We've bought our tickets! Plans are to head to Europe for three weeks in May, leaving the day after my graduation. The "we" in this case is as follows: Kris, Sharon, Sara (Lord willing and if she gets a job that will let her go), Martin, Jolene, and Louisa. We shall be flying in to Berlin and flying out of Paris three weeks later. The venue we have chosen for this trip is to travel by

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-89879226201017117142008-01-01T20:53:00.001-06:002008-01-01T20:55:43.429-06:00

One thing that really annoys me are these websites that give you a "contact us" form to fill in instead of their email address. You fill it in and ask whatever question it is you happen to have—and never hear from them. I like to think that I am a valuable customer… and they lose me in whatever void it is to which these forms send my information. For example, when I was trying to organize

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-53005094973682135252007-12-17T22:57:00.000-06:002007-12-17T22:57:39.514-06:00

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-58129087102580172302007-12-17T22:45:00.000-06:002007-12-17T22:52:08.586-06:00

Our family now has its first genuine college graduate! Sara finally graduated from UTC yesterday, and we are all so relieved (and proud) that the deed is done. Nursing school is stressful enough, but add the burden of working 40 hours a week on top of it, and it makes for a Very Stressed-out Sister(s). We were very pleased and privileged to be able to see Sara be designated to be one of two

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-79476363643008095682007-12-02T19:42:00.000-06:002007-12-09T19:47:12.623-06:00

I found this coupon online for $5 off of my choice of any number of medications (Tylenol, etc.). And so, last night, I got a big old bottle of Tylenol and proudly tucked it into my cart, knowing that this $7.37 bottle would only cost me approximately $2.37. My mistake was in going to the grocery section between the time of plucking the bottle off the shelf and in that of paying for said pills.

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-49736938644382229622007-11-26T01:16:00.000-06:002007-11-26T01:17:53.953-06:00

In the past four years at WKU, I like to think that I have overcome some pretty horrendous hurdles at times: Some “believing in yourself” stuff... A lot of “calling out to the Lord” stuff… Some “do or die” stuff... But to put it all into perspective, no academic accomplishments have given me as much satisfaction as that of the compliment Sharon, Martin, and I received tonight:“You’re the kind of

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-28488321594984736432007-11-14T22:10:00.000-06:002007-11-14T22:17:10.705-06:00

So Monday and Wednesday (today) were the days this week designated for our German presentations—5 minute presentations to be done in German. How bad can that be, right? Well, believe me, it was rough enough. I can pronounce German words all day long, but to compose the words in the correct order is another thing entirely—especially when the presentation is on a topic other than your name, your

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-27299458598581217112007-11-07T14:17:00.000-06:002007-11-07T14:56:36.144-06:00

This blog is part of the Microsoft “The Ultimate Steal” Blogging Contest. Go to www.theultimatesteal.com for details.Academic excellence, for me, comes from a combination of using Microsoft Outlook, Word, Excel, PowerPoint and OneNote. Take my German class, for example: one continuous semester-long assignment. With small assignments due nearly every day, organization is critical to excelling in

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-51459454685128073282007-09-11T21:23:00.000-05:002007-09-13T21:51:04.805-05:00

I left my car’s lights on for about five hours and had a Very Dead Car when I returned to the top level of the parking structure this afternoon. I suppose it was because I turned my lights on to go through four levels of a Very Dark garage and then burst out into the sunlight on the top level, subsequently forgetting a Small Thing like lights.So I called my sister on her cell and beseeched her to

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-59047417552967202042007-08-23T22:25:00.000-05:002007-08-26T22:37:06.380-05:00

I am SOOOOOOO happy! I took the GRE today, and I PASSED!!!! Not only did I pass, but actually had a comfortable cushion beyond the minimum requirement to be able to get into my program. [The photo details all my study aids, which is what it took to get me through this ordeal.]As I told Mom, this is proof that miracles still happen. I cried out to the Lord many times during the course of that

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-27740856491936251392007-08-10T01:45:00.000-05:002007-08-10T01:52:28.432-05:00

I didn’t have but a couple goals for this summer. They included:1) Take one summer class.2) Sew enough dresses to replenish my sad wardrobe.3) Make enough money to replenish my sad bank account.4) Study for and take the GRE.Goal number one was accomplished by the end of May, leaving the next three months to complete the final three goals.I spent most of the month of June both working and sewing

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-34465022485905168352007-07-17T22:29:00.000-05:002007-07-17T22:56:24.309-05:00

I have to say it was a little unnerving to see one’s sister go from speaking her mind on every matter just several hours prior to that of being a droopy, weepy individual needing assistance down the stairs! Sharon has been dreading this occasion for quite some time, and since she feels she cannot risk a flare-up of her wisdom teeth during the school year, she picked this last weekend to have them

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-44075008708955655622007-06-27T01:19:00.000-05:002007-06-27T01:21:45.892-05:00

So my dad went fishing today with my uncle Joe who is from Kansas and is visiting for the week. I can’t even remember the last time my dad went fishing, but when I heard he was going to go, I was reminded of a Very Bad Memory that happened when I was six years old.In an out-of-the-ordinary move, the Schmucker aunts and uncles, it seems, decided to go to the lake on that fateful day back in 1981

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1997648714499234322007-06-19T22:03:00.000-05:002007-06-19T22:10:22.205-05:00

I have just recently been enlightened about something that I feel inclined to share. And by doing so, it will accomplish one of two things: 1) it will either show how ignorant I really was prior to the enlightened moment, or 2) it will give you an insight to a very Clever Thing.I was mostly very healthy as a child, and up till about the age of 15, I didn’t even know what a headache was like. I

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-44953401612302922482007-05-31T23:05:00.000-05:002007-05-31T23:28:34.282-05:00

So I’m counting down my change jar tonight {things are getting a little dire around here}, and I come across a gold quarter put out in 2000. I hadn’t remembered that they put out a gold quarter, but there it was, sure enough. I’m convinced they do things like that to make a person hoard them. Why, there’s no way I’m going to package up my gold quarter only for it to be deposited into the bank

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-86917122791471626022007-05-18T23:50:00.000-05:002007-05-18T23:51:32.117-05:00

One week down—two to go. I am so ready for a BREAK. Think of the proverbial man crawling in the desert, kept going by only that distant mirage of water. Picture that, and that’s how I’m feeling. I have only this one class yet to get through and then I’m out of school for TWO MONTHS! Unfortunately, I’m afraid my promise of a break will also turn out to be a mirage. I have to take the GRE in

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-26894426011569463822007-05-08T23:47:00.000-05:002007-05-09T00:04:07.118-05:00

What a relief to be done with finals! I’m sure I cannot convey exactly how miserable the past month has been, but I am sure going to do my best. Have you noticed I haven’t been able to write much of anything this semester? Well, In the past month, I have had to complete the following:· 2 twenty-minute presentations· 1 five-minute presentation· 35-page group project paper· A 7-10 page paper on

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-42569238023564728322007-04-25T20:37:00.000-05:002007-04-25T20:39:36.626-05:00

I just have to write about an incident that happened today in my planning class. It has the potential of being a “had to have been there” story, so I am going to carefully lay out the background.Ever since the VA Tech massacre, there’s been sort’ve an uneasiness around campus. Everyone talks about the “what ifs” and the “just imagines” and the “what would we dos?” One of my professors was

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-12824923018600880942007-03-22T23:36:00.000-05:002007-03-22T23:45:57.103-05:00

As I hurried down the parking garage stairs this morning (all four flights) on my way to my class, something caught my eye. There, lying on one of the many steps was a … why yes, I think it was… a straight pin! Despite the fact that a girl with noisy flip flops another flight of stairs above me was fast closing in on me, I took the time to stop and pick it up. Only a Menno girl can understand the

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-51350032185878842412007-02-18T21:09:00.000-06:002007-02-18T21:29:46.441-06:00

In one of my classes at the table in front of me sits a very tall fellow. When I say “tall,” I mean really, really tall—the kind of tall that requires him to duck when stepping through the doorway. He’s also in the lab for this class, and even though these are our first classes with him, it hasn't taken him long to make our acquaintances. As tall as he is, I had wondered that he isn’t playing

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-5560144278666846262007-02-18T20:34:00.000-06:002007-02-18T20:42:42.624-06:00

I just have to give a shout-out to some of the things that I have recently found to make my life especially nice!1. USPS APC. As seems to be the case a lot of the time more recently here, I needed to send some large envelopes with varying numbers of pages inside. Additionally, I needed a book of self-adhesive stamps to replenish my supply. So when I arrived at the post office in Bowling Green

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1171256785154357002007-02-11T23:02:00.000-06:002007-02-11T23:09:59.006-06:00

Suddenly, I am a Senior, and I am left wondering how it happened so quickly.My degree program is set up in such a way that certain classes are only offered in the spring and some only in the fall. Because of the way things worked out, I am on track to graduate next May (2008). After the summer semester, however, I will only have five classes left to split over two semesters (which is not ideal in

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1170741267176809052007-02-05T23:49:00.000-06:002007-02-05T23:54:27.186-06:00

So there we were—a group of about a dozen strangers—weighed down with backpacks, wrapped up in coats and mufflers and mittens, red-cheeked from the cold, and wishing—yay, even praying—that the next bus would quickly COME.As everyone stood silently in his or her own little world of cold misery in the “shelter” that offered very little protection from the elements, down the sidewalk came yet

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1170373759315079922007-02-01T17:47:00.000-06:002007-02-01T17:49:19.333-06:00

This thing of dragging heavy books around is very tiresome indeed. I have had a sore back again since this semester began, and I’m tired of it. So I made it my business to march up to the fifth floor of Grise and inquire about the rental of a locker. The gal I was to see was downstairs helping Dr. A with some boxes, so I settled down on the bench in the hall to wait. I was a little nervous about

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1170054095702975352007-01-29T01:00:00.000-06:002007-01-29T01:02:46.620-06:00

I have just finished my three-week winter term class and have barreled straight into the Spring semester with nary a moment to rest my head. And if the rest of my semester doesn’t improve from the way it has started, I fear I shall be in for some miserable months ahead. There are quite a few reasons to classify this semester as having had a rotten beginning.First of all, my schedule is the

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1167804098200923322007-01-02T23:47:00.000-06:002007-01-03T00:01:38.216-06:00

My three-week winter class started today: International Comparisons of Healthcare Systems. The class meets for 3 hours and fifteen minutes per day, five days a week. The professor is really nice, but his delivery isn’t all that smashing. So when he finally let us have a ten-minute break with an hour and a half left, I was really grateful. Rather than going out to smoke like everyone else, I

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1166425694067119442006-12-18T01:05:00.000-06:002006-12-18T01:08:14.086-06:00

• This Semester. Finally finished! I’m finished with another semester, and with 95 accumulated hours earned, I officially have Senior status. Although my grades have not all been posted yet, I am reasonably confident that my GPA has not been jeopardized.• Semester Break. At the last minute, I talked myself into signing up for a three-week winter class. So what was once looked forward to as a

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1163731304482109722006-11-16T20:40:00.000-06:002006-11-16T20:44:50.203-06:00

I could not believe the weather today. It started out rainy and drizzly but relatively warm. And that’s what I based the strength of my garb on. I spent most of the day in the STH building, and boy, was I in for a shock when I emerged. Chilly breezes!! And I had to walk down the hill in the rainy chill. Needless to say, I was chilled to the bone by the time I got to the car, and I vowed that this

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1163136372248402592006-11-09T23:25:00.000-06:002006-11-09T23:26:12.256-06:00

I love fall and have been enjoying every orange tree I see. I'm thinking we are getting our "streets of gold" a little early. Fall makes you see trees you never noticed before. I had to think that maybe it's that way with people sometimes too. They just blend in, and you never really take the time to notice them, until all at once something happens, and it's their time to shine. And then you see

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1162777094192294012006-11-05T19:37:00.000-06:002006-11-05T19:38:14.200-06:00

 

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1162185112525673562006-10-29T23:11:00.000-06:002006-10-29T23:16:49.483-06:00

Let me tell you about my new hero. His name is Billy, and he is an appliance repairman.You see, Sharon and I have this big tub of screws that we have kept ever since we built and subsequently moved into this house. We have all kinds of little nails and screws in that tub, and we are just sure to have one in stock for every occasion.The problem came when that tub happened to be sitting on top of

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1161138332278795242006-10-17T21:24:00.000-05:002006-10-17T21:25:32.296-05:00

We got out of my Ambulatory Care class a little earlier than usual, so I went to the Student Lounge to kill some time. The Student Lounge is an interesting place. It has four round tables, two computers, and a whole variety of outdated magazines. More interesting than the place, however, is the conglomeration of people that frequent the place. The HCA department is very small in comparison to

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1159500318882141772006-09-28T22:21:00.000-05:002006-09-28T22:25:18.896-05:00

My last day of work at the HC is tomorrow. What an oddity to be able to look forward to something so much and at the same time dread it equally as much. It’s been almost five months since I gave my notice at the beginning of May. We have had such a lot of crises at work in the last six months, I feel exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. I firmly believe that it is time I move into a

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1159151043444143752006-09-24T21:22:00.000-05:002006-09-24T21:24:03.456-05:00

One of the highlights of my summer was when we kidnapped Julia and Lisa for a weekend in Chattanooga back in August. A lot of planning went into building the suspense. Sharon and Jolene cut out letters and pictures from magazines and subsequently designed a note of instruction for Julia and Lisa. They were told to be ready with bags packed at 6:30 on Friday night. We had pre-approved this with

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1157950325635659962006-09-10T23:49:00.000-05:002006-09-10T23:52:05.646-05:00

I am longing for the beaches of Navarre, and here is why. The constant barrage of schoolwork for the past year with only a break of two weeks has finally caught up with me, and I have come to realize that I really do need some R & R. This became quite apparent to me this morning when I found that I had just washed my hair with toothpaste instead of my usual shampoo. Yes, that’s right. Crest gel.

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1157603156614380422006-09-06T23:23:00.000-05:002006-09-11T00:03:16.273-05:00

A new semester has dawned. I am already in the second week and have yet to give the scoop on my professors and their respective classes. So to that end, I submit the following, from most favorite class to least favorite:1. CIS321: Emerging Information Technology. Wow! I am so excited to be in this class. I get to learn how to use Dreamweaver to create websites. I can’t wait to get started. As

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1155696182250447232006-08-15T21:41:00.000-05:002006-08-15T21:43:02.263-05:00

I now know how it feels to be sucked into the dark hole of an abyss, for that’s exactly how I felt Sunday night. Sharon, Sara, Martin, and I had gone to Lee & Rhonda’s for the evening, and as one will do upon arrival, I sat in a vacant rocking chair in the corner of the dining room. I absent-mindedly noticed that where there once had been arms, there were only holes, and all that now remained was

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1154667283667906592006-08-03T23:53:00.000-05:002006-08-03T23:54:43.676-05:00

As I went to put my credit card into the pump to prepay for the expensive gas I was about to get, I noticed a little yellow sign that had not been there on my prior visit. I cannot recall the exact words, but the message was essentially this: “To protect consumers, and to keep Pilot’s gas competitively priced, there is now a $50 limit for Visa credit cards.” I had to read it several times. I was

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1154477120467979412006-08-01T19:02:00.000-05:002006-08-01T20:37:37.466-05:00

After discovering my email subscription service (bloglet) hasn't been working for about three months now, I have switched to Feedblitz. Hopefully, this will keep the few of you who have subscribed to my blog up-to-date. If you get this post by email, then all is well. I was able to import all of my subscribers except one, so if that's you, you will have to go through the subscribing process again

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1154408639309483362006-07-31T23:56:00.000-05:002006-08-01T00:03:59.320-05:00

I am miserable! I am in a biostatistics class this semester, and for the first time in my college career, I am absolutely struggling with understanding the material being taught. Algebra was difficult, but I could get it. I disliked my geography class, but the issue was the instructor–not so much the material. My world cultures class was another black experience, but again, it was the instructor

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1154233787812267542006-07-29T23:20:00.000-05:002006-08-01T18:46:40.323-05:00

What’s better than having a puppy to love? A niece! I now have a puppy AND a niece! Aunt Kris. Sounds pretty sporty, I think.Her name is Selena Hope, and she was born last night at 5:45 pm. Little Selena has a total of seven aunts and one uncle–all of whom are willing and able to dote on her. Can you imagine what kind of fun this little princess will have?We’re already making plans...

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1153881806139077422006-07-25T21:40:00.000-05:002006-07-25T22:17:00.466-05:00

I knew I was in trouble the instant I heard who was on the other end of the phone. A very thick accent identified the caller as being someone from some research company who wanted to do a household survey. I am in a marketing and statistics class right now, and we have been learning in both classes of the difficulties of performing research (low response rate and all that). So I didn’t quite have

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1153282855440060992006-07-18T22:50:00.000-05:002006-07-18T23:29:24.593-05:00

I was three miles from home and about twenty miles from work last Friday before I realized I had forgotten to put a payment in the mail at the office that absolutely had to go out by the 15th. If it was late, in fact, we would be subject to penalties. Argh.I was so not in the mood to go all the way back to work for one little piece of mail, but the alternative was not a good one either. I

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1151386949050389582006-06-27T00:38:00.000-05:002006-06-27T00:49:33.310-05:00

Isabel came to see me again yesterday. "Kris, I need to talk to you," she said. As it turns out, she is now in need of a new bicycle, and therefore, is also in need of “a job” for the summer. She told me her daddy had said that he would hire her and increase her allowance from ten dollars a month to fifteen if she talked with me first and I approved it.And so the interviewing process began. We

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1151383687488144602006-06-26T23:43:00.000-05:002006-06-26T23:48:07.490-05:00

Dear God,As I’m sure you can tell by that pile of unidentifiable slop, that I have finally cleaned out the refrigerator. As hard as I try, it seems I have yet again failed in my responsibility to be a good steward of Leftovers. I think my inherited propensity for collecting margarine and sour cream containers in which to store leftovers might have something to do with my forgetting what food I

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1151117696580108542006-06-23T21:51:00.000-05:002006-06-23T21:54:56.583-05:00

Isabel’s mother came into the office the other day. She was borrowing Isabel’s cell phone for some reason (yes, she’s 8 and has a cell phone). She came and showed me the list of Isabel’s contact numbers. Remember John? Yes, she’s still got him on her contact list, but he’s no longer listed as “John.” No–now the list reads: Mom, Dad, Jasmine, Ex-Boyfriend, Mason...Poor John. He’s really been

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1151117366727560882006-06-22T21:47:00.000-05:002006-06-23T21:50:37.766-05:00

At the table across the aisle from where Sharon and I sit in our Economics class every Monday and Wednesday night is a young man by the name of Adam. I don’t know him beyond classroom encounters, but were it not for Adam, the class would not be quite so palatable. Yes, Adam is the salt of the class, so to speak, and I really enjoy listening to what he has to say, whether he makes sense or not.Now

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1150898660152147342006-06-20T22:03:00.000-05:002006-06-21T09:04:20.173-05:00

Sharon and I are both enrolled in the same Economics class this semester. The class goes from 5:30 pm to 9:15 pm—a LONG time! It seems the night is never-ending. The instructor is British and loves to tell us what will happen when he takes over as “Economic Dictator.” It’s pretty interesting stuff, in actuality, but the class is so long we sometimes have to take extra measures to keep ourselves

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1150349164355707002006-06-14T23:16:00.000-05:002006-06-15T00:30:28.726-05:00

Today we had the “pleasure” of having Ms. Celia come in for her usual monthly appointment. No one–and I repeat, no one–is fond of Celia, and we don't exactly look forward to her monthly visits. Celia has caused quite a bit of drama in our office in the past, and she is the type of patient who is... well... bipolar. Really. She is a case that is so pathetic though that I can’t help but feel sorry

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1150345462037820482006-06-13T23:22:00.000-05:002006-06-14T23:33:16.960-05:00

Our receptionist is out on vacation this week, so that means I’m out at the front desk a lot. As a result, I have more interaction with the patients than I usually do. "Polly" and "Annie," two of our patients who happen to be sisters, came in today for their regular checkups. Polly lost her husband "Paul" three months ago to cancer. He had also been a patient of ours. During the course of our

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1150171570396490282006-06-12T22:58:00.000-05:002006-06-12T23:06:10.576-05:00

Isabel came to visit me again today. "I don’t know if I should even tell you this," she said. "You know you can tell me anything, Isabel," I replied, barely looking up from my work.She indicated that she was very sad these days and then proceeded to tell me why. "I know you’re going to say that I’m too young," she began, "but I found out last week that my best friend "John" doesn’t like me

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1149568563337772532006-06-06T00:29:00.000-05:002006-06-06T00:31:34.563-05:00

My boss’s daughter Isabel is eight years old. She often comes into my office to see me and tells me all about all of her theories on life. This last Friday, she was in a particularly good mood. Her older brother Mason left to go to Virginia for three weeks, and she feels like a freed bird. Mason is a good kid, but as brothers and sisters are sometimes, Isabel can’t always appreciate him. So she

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1149571734179970612006-06-05T23:27:00.000-05:002006-06-13T00:40:59.403-05:00

This is my final paper on my experience in Germany. After much deliberating about participating in the Discover Germany Today program, my sister Sharon and I decided to seize the opportunity and get everything we could from it. Although only a two-week study abroad program, we experienced many things from the German culture and learned many valuable things from the Germans and the German way of

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1149447909500904922006-05-31T14:00:00.000-05:002006-06-04T14:05:09.513-05:00

For those of you interested in the study abroad program that Sharon and I participated in, please visit our travel journal at:http://www.mylifeoftravel.com/krisandsharon.homeUnder Journals, click Discovering Germany. We have uploaded lots of photos; to access them, just click on View Photo Album. I hope you enjoy reading about it even a fraction as much as we enjoyed experiencing it. In

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1146025298672671692006-04-25T23:21:00.000-05:002006-04-25T23:21:38.960-05:00

I simply must write a tribute to my professor Scott. He’s a PhD, alright, but he insists that we should call him Scott, his first name.  This dear professor continues to astound me on a daily basis.  He’s about 6 ft tall with a ruddy Irish-looking complexion, although he says he is German.  He is 50ish with blonde to graying hair.  He fondly refers to himself as “the fat man,” but I would

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1143434303101945612006-03-26T22:38:00.000-06:002006-03-26T22:47:40.536-06:00

I’m so sad. My Spring Break is practically over, and as I predicted, I have not gotten finished what I needed to. I worked as much as I could, then spent three evenings doing nothing but medical aid stuff… so much, in fact, that I’m S I C K of it. And the sad thing is that I’m not even done with that. So much left to do…The good news is that I did get one paper finished—my community service

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1141973463201282362006-03-10T00:51:00.000-06:002006-03-26T22:46:57.126-06:00

Well, beings that Germany is coming up in a couple months and knowing how much walking one does in Europe, Sharon and I have decided to work on the exercise bit again. Our strategy at this point is to walk on the treadmill. And that has, in fact, been the plan since the first of January, but unfortunately, implementing the plan has turned out to be quite an ordeal. Dr. G had been paying for a

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1141014659100677502006-02-26T22:30:00.000-06:002006-02-26T22:30:44.903-06:00

The past two weeks have been particularly important because all my classes have had their first midterms. And thus, they have also been particularly stressful. It is especially important to do well on the first test so that you have a good foundation on which to build the rest of the semester. Last week, I had Accounting and German Exams. This week, I had Community Health, Management, and

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1139802020246849902006-02-12T21:40:00.000-06:002006-02-12T22:31:00.350-06:00

I can feel my life as a student with five classes beginning to crumble. Thursday, in particular, was one crummy day. And to think I was feeling sorry for poor Sharon who had started her day out by forgetting to get her parking permit out of Mom’s van. She had to park far, far away. We usually park in the parking garage on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but with no parking permit, she had to park where

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1138601663695742172006-01-30T00:14:00.000-06:002006-01-30T00:14:23.776-06:00

I’m through the first week of my fifth semester, and I am looking at mountains of work to do during the next sixteen weeks.  For the first time, I have signed up for five classes instead of four.  I have one class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and my other four classes fall on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  My hours at work are much-reduced, and it is indeed quite the challenge to keep

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1138078951358785432006-01-20T23:02:00.000-06:002006-01-23T23:04:29.626-06:00

One day earlier this week was a particularly long and drawn-out day. Lori (receptionist) had called in sick with a headache, so that meant that Kris got to spend the day out front, and therefore, her own work was put on the shelf... again. Anyway, Dr. G was in Pokey Mode that day, and it was so frustrating for us to spend all day on patients that should only have taken until 2:30 or 3:00 at the

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1136003484220237792005-12-30T22:31:00.000-06:002005-12-30T22:40:41.026-06:00

Anyone who knows the real me knows I have a special Fondness for animals and dogs in particular. I am delighted to report that my dream of owning a little house dog has become a reality. Her name is Lady Cleo, and she is the same little dog for whom I had “dogsat” several months ago. Things didn’t work out for her former owner, and I have become the lucky new owner. She is a long-haired

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1136053891081441372005-12-16T21:31:00.000-06:002005-12-31T12:32:36.066-06:00

It is now the end of finals week, and the relief that washes over my very soul is nothing unlike the Balm of Gilead. Although I only had two exams I had to take this week, they took every ounce of my energy to prepare for. Both were cumulative, and those always take an extra measure of studying mercies. AccountingMy Accounting final was on Tuesday evening. I spent about fourteen hours studying

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1136012608680291722005-12-08T23:03:00.000-06:002005-12-31T01:05:45.166-06:00

Dr. G had to go through with a deposition this evening on a Phen-fen patient he had treated several years ago. I have fretted and fumed over this deposition for weeks now. It has literally been a nightmare; I see the word ‘attorney,’ and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end–that’s how bad it is. Hot-shot Attorney from Washington, D.C., legal representative for the pharmaceutical company,

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1136007947827867662005-12-07T23:43:00.000-06:002005-12-30T23:49:43.533-06:00

I handed in my research paper for English 300 this morning, and in so doing, have fulfilled all my English requirements. The deadline was not until 1:00, but I finally just quit at 11:30. I decided you have to just stop at some point, and since Lori had to leave by noon to go take a Math exam, I had to be at work to take over for her. There is always something else to include, something else to

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1131349069301285692005-11-07T01:33:00.000-06:002005-11-07T01:37:49.313-06:00

“If there is any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now and not deter or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again.” --W. PennWe heard the news late Friday night—the kind you hope never to hear. A friend of our family’s had been killed by a drunk driver. So in between my many fits of tears, I’ve been thinking about Shaleen and what she has

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1129255603587191122005-10-13T21:03:00.000-05:002005-10-13T21:06:43.596-05:00

Ouch! How come no one ever told me about fuel injectors? I didn’t know anything about “Techron…” before today, that is. And to the tune of $425, I might add. They say you need a lot of grace to watch your parents age; I maintain that the same can also be said of watching an aging car. I knew something was wrong with my 14-year-old last Friday evening. When I drove it, there was just no

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1128643395107989392005-10-05T18:58:00.000-05:002005-10-06T19:03:15.113-05:00

By Western’s decree, commuter students have to park either at the top of the hill in the Chestnut lot or down at the bottom of the hill in the parking garage. Grise Hall (where my accounting class is) is almost exactly halfway in between the two, so there’s not much difference in the distance and doesn’t matter where I park.It seems I was destined to have yet another dull moment yesterday. I

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326606983138341359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920804.post-1128133091899592722005-09-29T23:53:00.000-05:002005-09-30T21:21:06.666-05:00

I am quite weary of going to musical performances. My music professor says that if we go to three performances and have an A average by test four, we are excused from the final—“music” to my ears. He gave us three opportunities, all within the last week: Sunday afternoon listening to French music (free/55 min.), Tuesday evening listening to the music of an organist (free/55 min.), and Thursday

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