So apparently my 1's look like 7's or I wouldn't have had today off. My anniversary with my wife is July 1st and so like a good (and scared of his wife) husband, I requested the day off, months in advance. I became very ill and had to take just about all of my vacation before that date. I was concerned that I wouldn't have enough vacation to take the day off, so I was pleasantly surprised to find out that I had the day off, not as vacation but as an alternate and then I would work Saturday. Well, that was fine with me and that's what I did. I started school again today and had the weirdest class which I will talk about in a minute..... anyway.... I got to work and I had the day off planned time off. I checked with my supervisor and sure enough. They had apparently read my 1 as a 7 and then by some stoke of luck I got the first off as well. My supervisor asked me if I wanted to work to which I quickly answered, "not a shot in hell."
So I am trying to load up some pictures from my phone to the computer and I have no idea how to use bluetooth. I am now getting to the point in my life where I really have to work to keep on with things. I have to study in order not to be the guy that says, "you youngsters with your mobile phones and techonolomogy." So shoot me in the face, another thing that I have to learn that will be replaced in 4 days 2 hours and 54 minutes.
The pictures will speak for themselves, they are of my class notes, not the ones I wrote, but rather of the teachers. It doesn't sound too exciting, but I will put the disclaimer, don't look directly into the picture, because you will go cross-eyed and start bleeding from your tear ducts.
I will rant more abou the teacher as the semester goes on. Just one thing I want to say: He is so proud of Mexico and the heritage there. He is so in love with Yucatan, that he named both of his kids mayan names. Where is this teacher from you ask? East Los Angeles. Born and raised second generation. His grandparents lived in mexico, and not even in yucatan, in Guadalajara. So it's like if I went to Germany and loved it so much that I decided I am from Germany, and then I would be so proud of my german heritage. (I don't know if I feel comfortable being proud of my fake german heritage, but that is not the point). I mean, some of my descendants came from Europe, so I can just pretty much pick the prettiest place and decide that I am from there.
You know what? When you are born here, this is the country you are from! My wife is from Ecuador, me, I am as white middle class american as anyone can get, our children (that don't exist yet) will be from the United States. They are not Ecuadorian, their mother is Ecuadorian, they are North American from the USA.
So I am trying to load up some pictures from my phone to the computer and I have no idea how to use bluetooth. I am now getting to the point in my life where I really have to work to keep on with things. I have to study in order not to be the guy that says, "you youngsters with your mobile phones and techonolomogy." So shoot me in the face, another thing that I have to learn that will be replaced in 4 days 2 hours and 54 minutes.
The pictures will speak for themselves, they are of my class notes, not the ones I wrote, but rather of the teachers. It doesn't sound too exciting, but I will put the disclaimer, don't look directly into the picture, because you will go cross-eyed and start bleeding from your tear ducts.
I will rant more abou the teacher as the semester goes on. Just one thing I want to say: He is so proud of Mexico and the heritage there. He is so in love with Yucatan, that he named both of his kids mayan names. Where is this teacher from you ask? East Los Angeles. Born and raised second generation. His grandparents lived in mexico, and not even in yucatan, in Guadalajara. So it's like if I went to Germany and loved it so much that I decided I am from Germany, and then I would be so proud of my german heritage. (I don't know if I feel comfortable being proud of my fake german heritage, but that is not the point). I mean, some of my descendants came from Europe, so I can just pretty much pick the prettiest place and decide that I am from there.
You know what? When you are born here, this is the country you are from! My wife is from Ecuador, me, I am as white middle class american as anyone can get, our children (that don't exist yet) will be from the United States. They are not Ecuadorian, their mother is Ecuadorian, they are North American from the USA.
The following is a picture of me and my wife. I am acting like a zombie and trying to eat her brains, it's a lot harder than they make it look in the movies. It's a fun little game we play.
Anyway..... that is enough for now, still more to come about my teacher and the class that I am taking.
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You are so silly, but I love you a lot
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