FINALly

REDNECK DIVA

Spring 2007

MCOM-1011-C10 NEWPAPER PRODUCTION I A
HIST-1493-I92 AMER HISTORY SNCE 1865 B
PSYC-1113-I92 GENERAL PSYCHOLOGY A
ENGL-1213-I92 FRESHMAN COMP II A
MCOM-2013-I92 PRINCIPLES OF ADVERTISING A

GPA 3.769


Not the 4.0 I so desperately wanted my first semester back after a sixteen-year break, but darn close, by cracky! I'm pretty durn proud of me.

I was marginally pissed about the History grade. It all came down to the writing. The instructor just did not like my writing style. My English teacher became okay with it after a few papers (although there are still some things she pointed out and I'm still going wtf?) and my Advertising/Newspaper instructor obviously liked it. Oh, and the Freud paper that I labored so frantically about? Yeah, 100%. I totally rawked Freud. So it's kind of obvious there that she liked my writing, too.

I complained about it in an email to my mom:

Mom,

In between the last time I obsessively checked, talked to you, and then obsessively checked again, Mr. Loving posted my grade in History. It's a B.

First Baldwin*, then Birdsong**, now Loving*** - why do History/Government teachers hate me????


Her reply:

Oh, daughter of mine, you are such a disappointment..............NOT!!!!!!!!!

I am so proud of you and all that you have accomplished this semester.

In the words of Grammy's Connie****:

"History doesn't matter. It's not where you've been, but it's where you're going."

Love you bunches!

Mom

PS: And quit your cussing online.


I sure love that woman. She can make it all better. She's always been able to do that - when I was a kid, it was with bandaids and a cookie. Now it's with an email. The more things change, the more they stay the same, right?



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* Mr. Baldwin was the teacher who taught Oklahoma History, Government and Modern History when I was in high school. I had him for all three classes and hated them all. He and I clashed furiously and mixed about as well as oil and water. He called me "tacky" once. (I probably deserved that one.) I left his classroom in tears many times - not because he hurt my feelings, but because I couldn't give him the proper cussing he deserved. I was still a "good girl" back then. Today, I'd let the cursing fly.

** Mr. Birdsong was the instructor I took Goverment from my first semester at NEO 16 years ago. He is very, very liberal and Democrat. I am really not so much either. He and I would engage in verbal warfare virtually every time I was in his classroom. Stacie would sit with her head down, kicking me, whispering "Just hush and he'll leave you alone!" I left that classroom in tears many times as well. Frustration makes me cry.

***History instructor this semester. Probably a good thing I took the class online. Nothing against the man, he was very nice in the limited email conversations we had. I just have a feeling I would find a way to ruin that somehow. I have a history with History, so to speak.

****Connie is the secretary in my mom's office. For some reason, the kids have taken to calling her "Grammy's Connie" as if we are overrun with Connies or something and we need to differentiate. But regardless of the lack of Connies other than her, the name has stuck and she will forever be Grammy's Connie.