Hello all,
Just writing to post some updates:
1) On Friday night I went to a going away party for a friend and made a pineapple cobbler (supposedly from Aunt Peggy), which was pretty good.
2) On Saturday I met Michael and Tina for lunch at a popular burger place and didn't get a burger.
3) On Saturday afternoon, I met up with my roommate and went to the Marshmallow Fluff Festival-- a whole festival just dedicated to FLUFF! There were fluffernutters, fluff cupcakes, fluff cookies, fluff pizza-- a baking contest, and more.
4) On Saturday evening, I went out for ice cream with a couple friends and then went to the RS broadcast at the stake center
5) On Sunday I read two young adult books for my adolescent lit. class.
6) On Monday I went to practicum. Things got busy real quickly, and not in a good way, so there were students in the office all day. We were essentially in crisis mode for the second half of the day. And then I went to teach a class and got put on the spot without warning and did not do a fabulous job, so by the end of the day I was just tired.
7) I had to go to work and then go to class until 8.
8) I finally got home, and went to bed early.
The one good thing about Monday was that I went to adolescent lit. and got my first paper back. I got an A. Well, that's just great. Sort of. The problem is that in the syllabus they went all extremist and said an A is given "ONLY for truly outstanding, exceptional work" and an A- is for "excellent work" and a B+ is for "very good work". So I signed up to take the class Pass/Fail because I didn't want to worry about it.
... So, I guess I'm happy I got an A, but really... it kind of annoys me when professors inflate their grading to be harder than it actually is. Now I'm going to get a Pass on my transcript instead of the A that it looks like I might earn. Meh. Oh well.
Time for a nap. Institute later.
Then Sean is visiting Boston this weekend; I'm going to the Big E!!
-mollie
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Update
For those of you requesting an update from my last post (read Erin and Megan)
I went over to Bob's house with a nice warm loaf of banana bread the next morning at 10:30. Rang the bell, and after some time, the door cracked open and a very disheveled, pajama-ed, man looked at me sideways with one eye open and said, 'Oh! Uh... hi. It was a late night for me..."
Luckily I purposely planned my visit to happen about 2 minutes before I was getting picked up for a church activity, so I said something polite and ran away. Seriously. I ran away.
It was uncomfortable. All I can say is it's a good thing I didn't want my soft drink.
I went over to Bob's house with a nice warm loaf of banana bread the next morning at 10:30. Rang the bell, and after some time, the door cracked open and a very disheveled, pajama-ed, man looked at me sideways with one eye open and said, 'Oh! Uh... hi. It was a late night for me..."
Luckily I purposely planned my visit to happen about 2 minutes before I was getting picked up for a church activity, so I said something polite and ran away. Seriously. I ran away.
It was uncomfortable. All I can say is it's a good thing I didn't want my soft drink.
Friday, September 09, 2011
The Case of the Broken Window
Well hello dear readers,
I have clearly been neglecting you, and I will remedy that soon with a painfully long post about my vacation to UT, but for now, I would like to tell you how my day went.
7:30 am: Wake up to hear the landscapers working across the street. [Note: I would usually be at practicum on Fridays, but I had the day off because my supervisor was out of town. (I started there on Wednesday-- that's for another post.)]
9:00 am: Get up, take a shower, get ready to go grocery shopping.
10:00 am: Walk out to my car (which, to be clear, I brought to Boston 5 days ago. FIVE.) and notice this:
Well, ok, the hole wasn't there. That happened while I was on the phone telling mom what happened, and I closed the driver's side door and the broken glass fell out onto my flip-flopped feet. I'm pretty sure I cursed-- uh... sorry mom.
So anyway. I called mom, and then I called dad who said perhaps the landscapers threw a rock at it while they were weed-whacking. Well, that would solve the question about why they looked at me so funny when I went out there. Anyway, they had driven away and I had no way to prove it was them.
Then a 60-ish yr old man, who we'll call Bob, from the adjacent harvard-owned property came out and asked me if I was ok and what had happened. I told him I was fine; it wasn't a break-in, but my window was broken none-the-less.I told him Dad hypothesized it might have had something to do with the landscapers. Bob told me he'd call the landscaping company for me.
He did so, and said, "Hi, this is Bob. Your guys were out here today and threw a rock while they were weed-whacking that broke the window of a young lady's car. I figured you have some way to deal with that, so I'll let you talk to her." He gave me his phone. The landscaper man, whose name was Pedro, told me he'd call his workers and call me back.
I didn't think I'd hear from him again. Meanwhile Bob told me he's a professor at Harvard Medical School and then sent me an email from his phone so I would be able to contact him. He left.
Dad called back and had made an insurance claim and an appointment to get the window fixed, but I had to start driving to CT within the hour. So I started getting the car cleaned up and putting plastic over the window.
THEN, Pedro called me back and said he talked to his guys and they didn't notice it but that he was sorry and would send someone out to fix it today.
So Dad cancelled the claim and the appointment and I waited to hear from the auto-repair guy. He finally called; his name was also Pedro, and he told me they'd have someone out to fix it in a couple hours.
So I spent the rest of the day waiting for the glass guy and then I convinced my roommates to order Chinese food with me. You see, one of my friends introduced me to a Chinese food place that takes orders online. So you pick what you want, pay for it online, and then it just magically shows up at your door and you didn't even have to speak to anyone! So we ate Chinese food while the guy fixed my window.
The guy finished, took me out to look at it and roll it up and down, gave me his card, and left.I went out and washed the car to make up for the man-handling it had to endure today.
THEN, I thought I should email Bob to tell him what happened. So I wrote him an email thanking him for taking the time to call the guy and get things going (because I'm pretty sure if I had called that landscaping company, they would have said, "No way lady.") I told him I'd bring him banana bread if he gave me his apartment number.
I fully expected him to say something like, "Oh no, I'm just happy to hear that it worked out." But I got an email back from him about 10 minutes ago that said he enjoys baked goods and his "woman friend" would be visiting tomorrow and she'd "love to hear the story." And I "should stop by in the morning and join [them] for coffee or a soft-drink if [I] wish."
... Hahahahahaha. I laughed for a good thirty seconds.
So... the moral of the story is, Harvard professors have authority (and woman friends apparently); some companies are not all about denying responsibility for damages; and I made a new friend.
Now I have to find some bananas.
I have clearly been neglecting you, and I will remedy that soon with a painfully long post about my vacation to UT, but for now, I would like to tell you how my day went.
7:30 am: Wake up to hear the landscapers working across the street. [Note: I would usually be at practicum on Fridays, but I had the day off because my supervisor was out of town. (I started there on Wednesday-- that's for another post.)]
9:00 am: Get up, take a shower, get ready to go grocery shopping.
10:00 am: Walk out to my car (which, to be clear, I brought to Boston 5 days ago. FIVE.) and notice this:
Well, ok, the hole wasn't there. That happened while I was on the phone telling mom what happened, and I closed the driver's side door and the broken glass fell out onto my flip-flopped feet. I'm pretty sure I cursed-- uh... sorry mom.
So anyway. I called mom, and then I called dad who said perhaps the landscapers threw a rock at it while they were weed-whacking. Well, that would solve the question about why they looked at me so funny when I went out there. Anyway, they had driven away and I had no way to prove it was them.
Then a 60-ish yr old man, who we'll call Bob, from the adjacent harvard-owned property came out and asked me if I was ok and what had happened. I told him I was fine; it wasn't a break-in, but my window was broken none-the-less.I told him Dad hypothesized it might have had something to do with the landscapers. Bob told me he'd call the landscaping company for me.
He did so, and said, "Hi, this is Bob. Your guys were out here today and threw a rock while they were weed-whacking that broke the window of a young lady's car. I figured you have some way to deal with that, so I'll let you talk to her." He gave me his phone. The landscaper man, whose name was Pedro, told me he'd call his workers and call me back.
I didn't think I'd hear from him again. Meanwhile Bob told me he's a professor at Harvard Medical School and then sent me an email from his phone so I would be able to contact him. He left.
Dad called back and had made an insurance claim and an appointment to get the window fixed, but I had to start driving to CT within the hour. So I started getting the car cleaned up and putting plastic over the window.
THEN, Pedro called me back and said he talked to his guys and they didn't notice it but that he was sorry and would send someone out to fix it today.
So Dad cancelled the claim and the appointment and I waited to hear from the auto-repair guy. He finally called; his name was also Pedro, and he told me they'd have someone out to fix it in a couple hours.
So I spent the rest of the day waiting for the glass guy and then I convinced my roommates to order Chinese food with me. You see, one of my friends introduced me to a Chinese food place that takes orders online. So you pick what you want, pay for it online, and then it just magically shows up at your door and you didn't even have to speak to anyone! So we ate Chinese food while the guy fixed my window.
The guy finished, took me out to look at it and roll it up and down, gave me his card, and left.I went out and washed the car to make up for the man-handling it had to endure today.
THEN, I thought I should email Bob to tell him what happened. So I wrote him an email thanking him for taking the time to call the guy and get things going (because I'm pretty sure if I had called that landscaping company, they would have said, "No way lady.") I told him I'd bring him banana bread if he gave me his apartment number.
I fully expected him to say something like, "Oh no, I'm just happy to hear that it worked out." But I got an email back from him about 10 minutes ago that said he enjoys baked goods and his "woman friend" would be visiting tomorrow and she'd "love to hear the story." And I "should stop by in the morning and join [them] for coffee or a soft-drink if [I] wish."
... Hahahahahaha. I laughed for a good thirty seconds.
So... the moral of the story is, Harvard professors have authority (and woman friends apparently); some companies are not all about denying responsibility for damages; and I made a new friend.
Now I have to find some bananas.
Monday, September 05, 2011
Blah.
So I had a busy weekend that involved a trip home, swimming, eating, unsuccessful shopping, a drive back to Boston, camping, an unfortunate finger slice, and the beach. All of that was fine and dandy.
But somewhere between the driving and the camping, I picked up a snuffy/runny nose/sneezing combo. that is making me MOST unhappy, and even more particularly disinterested in getting the school year started. I took a "cough and cold" pill that did nothing for me, and now I am worrying that I developed some unfortunate allergy overnight. Seriously-- if someone can make this go away so I don't sound like a muffled sniffler for my first full days of class and internship, I would be most appreciative, because IT SUCKS.
But somewhere between the driving and the camping, I picked up a snuffy/runny nose/sneezing combo. that is making me MOST unhappy, and even more particularly disinterested in getting the school year started. I took a "cough and cold" pill that did nothing for me, and now I am worrying that I developed some unfortunate allergy overnight. Seriously-- if someone can make this go away so I don't sound like a muffled sniffler for my first full days of class and internship, I would be most appreciative, because IT SUCKS.
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