Not only that, but two in less than two weeks. I think I am doomed to kill motherboards. My Dell (my first laptop), I managed to fry the motherboard while trying to get the place where the power adapter plugs into the computer to work (it wasn’t charging). I bought my Mac right before I went to school and when I got there and found out I had to have Windows, I got my IBM. Anyway, I guess about a week ago, I went back to Tony’s house and tried to get on my IBM (I forget why I was going to use that rather than my Mac), but it wasn’t even charging. So Tony took it to work to make sure it wasn’t the adapter (which it wasn’t), so last I heard, he figures it is the motherboard. Then my Mac started having kernel panics like crazy and he figures (again, last I heard) it’s the motherboard. I’m going to send it back to Apple when I can figure out how to get in touch with them to send it back and see if they can do anything for me. If they can’t, I guess I’m out of luck, ’cause I can’t afford to buy a new computer. Fortunately, Tony’s got his desktop, but other than that…. And since this is his primary computer…. Guess we get to fight over it. He’ll win.
On my way to school after having breakfast with Tony and David, I get on the bypass, drive for about 3.5 miles on the bypass before driving on the interstate for about 3.5 miles. I saw five cops just in those seven miles and of those five, four were on motorcycles. The first one was really surprising; I thought he was just a motorcyclist. I was accelerating pretty hard up the ramp onto the bypass, trying to get in front of the truck in the right lane, when I saw a motorcycle (didn’t think about it being a cop) on the shoulder. Figuring it wouldn’t be very nice for me to blow past him, I slowed down and moved in behind the truck. About the middle of my slowing down, I saw that it was a cop and he was getting on his bike. I wasn’t sure if I’d done something bad, so I was a little worried, but when he didn’t turn on his lights, and instead drove past me (looking at me like, “You sure are lucky,” I was relieved. But he was one of those cops that really irritates me. He was nearly on top of the exit he was taking when he moved from the left lane into the exit lane. I’ve always been told that is illegal. Anyway, so nearly to the interstate, there was another police officer on a motorcycle that I didn’t see until I was almost past him. Then, on the interstate, within a mile of each other, there were two more cops on motorcycles (both on the shoulder). The only cop in the cruiser was going the other way on the interstate. I’ve been trying to figure out what to search for to find out what the big deal is, but I can’t seem to. I found a blog that said they read WINA’s list, but the link they had was a 404, so I don’t know what’s going on. Not that it really matters, but I’m kind of curious. I especially want to know why they are all on motorcycles.
PS None of this is to say I don’t appreciate what cops are doing for us all the time. It’s just irritating that they break they laws they enforce.
Last weekend, my sister had her birthday and said she wanted to go to the beach. I got to go along. We got there after dark on Friday and didn’t do much other than go to sleep. Saturday, Dad and I went shopping because he’d forgotten the charger for his camera. While we were out and about, we saw a bunch of airplanes flying around. At first we didn’t think much of it, but when they were doing all kinds of crazy maneuvers, Dad suggested they might be practicing for an air show. Turned out, it wasn’t practice. We weren’t far from NAS Oceana and they were having an air show. We were close enough to see some of the things they were doing. The paper we picked up with information said it was a Friday evening, Saturday all day, and Sunday all day event. I called Tony while Dad was in one of the stores and I was outside watching the airplanes and he said he might be interested in coming. He and David eventually agreed to go out and watch it with me. Being at the naval air station, there were some unexpected bumps (no lunches could be brought in and I’d packed sandwiches, etc and got nearly to the gate before I got that message), but they were quickly resolved (Tony and David came out-they got there before I did-and we ate lunch before going back in). Tony took his camera and put up some pictures on his blog. He let me hold the camera and take the pictures because he had his binoculars and wanted to watch through them. Which was fine with me. I thought I was going to have to fight him for them. I guess he would have won since they were his….
Anyway, I have to get back to my homework…the reason I’ve not written lately.
I only have four classes this semester. I haven’t written lately because I’ve been trying to get settled in and get used to the teachers and classes before deciding whether I like or dislike a class. Unfortunately, I don’t really have a “like” list this semester. Sure, there are things I like about one class or another, but there aren’t really any that I just can’t wait to get to.
My first class of the week is American History Before the Civil War. Sure, it could be interesting. But my teacher is really dull. Not stupid…I’m sure he knows a lot. But he’s not very engaging, which basically destroys any desire I might have had to be there. History is three days a week (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday).
African-American Literature is on Mondays and Wednesdays. Another class that could be interesting. Again, the teacher isn’t very engaging, but I think that might be because she doesn’t have the time put into the class that most professors or teachers have; this is only her second semester here and she’s a fairly new teacher.
Tuesdays and Thursdays begin with French. Not a class I wanted to take, but my teacher almost makes me want to be there. She’s really good. The lady that rides at the barn where I work teaches voice lessons and one of her students is in my class. I have yet to say anything to her.
My last class on Tuesdays and Thursdays is the required Orientation class. It’s only six weeks and I told Tony yesterday that the last day of that class was going to be the best birthday present ever. The first time I can remember (I’m sure I’ve done it before) counting down to my birthday. My teacher’s really dull (doesn’t look much at the students when he speaks) and the class seems dumb. But whatever. It’s short.
So that’s my classes and I’ve got to get to one, so I guess that’s it for today.