Helped out in my sister's class today. The kids wanted to play Monopoly Jr. "Oh, it goes a lot faster than regular Monopoly," sis said. "It'll be over in 20 minutes."

The first round took up the entire afternoon, natch.

Of course, these kids all have the attention span of a gnat, and I'm right there with them, so that could've had something to do with it.

I still need to write up my journal entries, and I need to check on the legalities of writing about these kids here. Should be okay if I change their names, I think.

One little girl -- I have no idea what her diagnosis is, but she's taking Clozapine, and that's some pretty serious stuff -- latched onto me as soon as I got there. Apparently her mother is pretty seriously ill, and she's currently in a foster home. She kept asking me if I'll be her mommy when her mommy dies. She kept stopping the game to tell me what she'd do for me if she was my little girl. I wish I was making this up, folks. It broke my heart.

*SIGH*

In other news, I finally closed out my credit union accounts today and moved my money to a local bank, so now I no longer have to commute 45 minutes just to cash a check. My new bank gave me a free took kit. It's really very nice. I've been needing my own tools. There are some wrenches and stuff in there that I'll probably never use as long as I live, but still, it's nice to know that they're there if I need them.

I think I'm going to cut my hair short. Or rather, get my hair cut short. And seeing as how this time it'll be on purpose, I'm hoping I won't cry when it happens. I'm also considering a blue streak. Or maybe purple. I figure, I don't have much longer to be in my twenties, and I'd better do some of this stuff while I'm still young enough to get away with it.

I'll be going nowhere this weekend. I have two papers to write, both of which I still need to read the material for, and I need to do the stats problems that I didn't finish the other day, because she said we can redo missed problems for extra credit. I'm not doing the assignment she told us to do Wednesday, though. I refuse to do problems over a chapter that hasn't even been taught to me yet.

I just remembered something else that bugs me about this professor. There's this woman in my class who has Cerebral Palsey. She was on one of my group projects last semester, so I've gotten pretty friendly with her. She's physically disabled, and it's difficult sometimes to understand what she says, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with this woman's mind. She's 42 years old, and is generally an A student. This professor talks to her like she's 5. It's so demeaning, and every time I witness it I'm so embarrassed for them both, for my friend because I know she's got to be humiliated, and for my professor because she comes across as an idiot. But she is being an idiot, so I've really very little sympathy for her. The last time we were in class we all told the prof that this woman is not retarded and that there's nothing wrong with her brain. She was like, "Oh, yeah, she's really sharp!" So then, stop treating her like she's retarded! Guh!

I'm done.