Thursday, July 07, 2011
I have to admit that I don't get along with her at all.
I'm not the only one- there are only 4 students in the class, because everyone else withdrew after ONE DAY with her.
Just so you know... it's not just me feeling alienated and offended. But I am her 'special' one. Her target.
I tried to ignore this and even to deny that it was true, but last week, one of my classmates commented to me "boy, she really has it in for you, doesn't she?" Yesterday, after another public humiliation session, another student came up to me (after the teacher left the room) and said 'if it makes you feel any better, I have to redo my whole project." I replied "No, it doesn't, but thanks".
I have tried to stick it out, remain placid and professional, and ignore the personal jabs and inappropriate comments. There are only 18 hours (3 class meetings) left, but I'm so demoralized I'm ready to pop. I couldn't eat dinner last night, I could barely sleep, and woke up crying over how horrible this one teacher is. I want to be done with this SO BAD. I just don't know if I can make it through three more 6-hour classes without WALKING OUT. I finally wrote an email to my department head about her. Now I fear reprecussions.
I'm pretty sure she's breached professional behavior enough times to be fired if I spill my guts. She's not allowed to ask what religion we are during class, right?
Sunday, June 26, 2011
This is so exciting. I've only had this tree for a year, and have moved it three times (most recently about 3 months ago).
This tree is just so delightfully unusual- the most common time of year for plants to bloom is spring. And usually it's pretty fast (several days) between buds breaking and full bloom. According to what I've read, the buds on my Franklinia will swell over a few months, and bloom when the leaves are at the peak of fall color (which is a dramatic red)!
I can hardly wait to see this sight!
And get this: they're FRAGRANT too!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
My neighbor, who lives on the corner lot, asked me for a tree.
I have been maintaining the city easement in front of her house for about 10 years. I had a whiskey barrel with perennials there, but a some drunk driver smashed it up, so she asked me if I had any plans to replant something there. I had a couple of spare trees, so I planted one there- a lovely little Saucer Magnolia.
Almost every time I plant something for someone other than myself, it dies. Because of inadequate watering.
People SWEAR to water it. Then, when they finally notice the brown leaves falling, they call me and ask what is wrong with the plant I gave them (as if I am responible or gave them a diseased specimen). When I ask them about watering, the SWEAR they are watering it well.
So back to my neighbor in the corner house. She tells me she has been dutifully watering every time I see her, when I know she has NOT. The tree is less than 100' from my front door. I think my dog waters it more than she does.
Bottom line: a 15-30 second sprinkle with the hose does NOTHING. That is not even enough to penetrate the mulch she piled on the root zone. It takes me 20-30 minutes to water this ONE tree. Just to give you some idea.
So.... the weekend is here. Unless you live in an are currently submerged by flood waters, you may need to water. Get out there.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
I just got back from the local TV station, where the evening news did a story about the trees in our city. They also invited viewers to phone in their tree questions, or "ask the experts". I was one of the four "experts".
I found out there are a lot of crazy people out there watching the five o'clock news.
I did answer a few questions about trees.
Friday, June 10, 2011
What can you in one hour a day? LOTS.
My commitment to fight for my health, and vigorously defend my workout schedule at any cost is paying off. Ten days in, and I'm already feeling better. I will admit, it isn't painless. It's a hot, sweaty, exhausting commitment. It takes a lot out of me. It pounds my feet, my toes, my hips, my legs, and my back. I try not to think about the tough part, and focus on the goal.
I feel especially gratified that in the past 10 days, I have exceeded my exercise goal by a significant margin, having already completed two weeks worth of exercise hours. I have my trail hiking to thank for a lot of that. It takes me at LEAST an hour and 20 minutes to do my loop (it isn't a long walk, it's just real hot and I go very slowly). So, I couldn't stop in an hour if I wanted to... because I'm still so dang far from home.
The canal along the trail is drying up. It's hard to believe my dog used to jump in and swim there. What used to be a strong, waist-deep current is now a grassy meadow. The few parts that still have water are only a few inches deep, with dead fish floating, and trapped fish gulping in the hot, stagnant mud.
No snakes today, and no chipmunks (too hot when I was walking), but many birds, most notably the new batch of goslings in the park. I have to pass through the park to get to and from the trail, and today, as I was crossing the huge lawn, I saw something ahead of me flopping in the grass. As I drew closer, I saw it was a large gosling, lying flat on his back, unable to right himself.
I have no idea how long he'd been there, but he was in direct sun, and he was getting it full force. He flailed his big webbed legs helplessly when I approached him, but his wings had not yet fledged, and they were tiny and useless to help him lift himself. He was clearly exhausted and almost dead.
The other geese had long since moved on, and left him lying alone on the lawn.
Looking him over, I could see no obvious injury, so I knelt down and righted him. He was badly disoriented, and in his panic, he stumbled and fell again, right back where he started. The second try worked better. I got him up, and he staggered away quickly, in the direction of the lake. I followed, and watched him jump in, and drink copiously as he paddled. Soon, he rejoined the gaggle, and was indistinguishable from the rest of the young geese.
Now, I don't really care much for the Canadian geese in the park. Although they do delight the local children, they're kind of a messy nuisance to the rest of us pedestrians. But I'm sappy enough to take pity on helpless little critters, and saving the life of a Canada gosling was my good deep of the day.
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