The right kind of equality

The right kind of equality

My brother wrote this very interesting article on equality. He’s a smart bloke.


It’s all over

When the wolves come out of the walls, it’s all over… Have you read that book? You should.

Anyway, my essay is finished, a day and a half early, at 11.30 pm, after some very helpful input from my wonderful husband, and an evening in the zone. I even cracked 3000 words, which I did not think possible yesterday!

Thanks for your prayers. Next hurdle: Drugs test. This time I’m going to use my coloured pencils and draw pictures so I don’t get the drugs all mixed up with each other. Wish me luck.

Peace and sunshine

I’ve “finished” my “essay”. I have 2808 words, which I think meets the definition of “about 4000”. Right? I’ve tweaked the margins a bit, to 3.1 and 3.15 cm rather than 3 cm each, and added an extra empty line to the header, so it now comes to 9 pages with 2 pages for references. (Not 2 pages OF references. One page plus one extra reference on the next page.) The process of getting it this far was something like herding cats, and something like pulling teeth, and something like sculpting jelly. Or all three at once. I have asked Sam if he would please:

read through my essay, which I’m just finishing off now, and write lots of notes on it in red pen saying “I don’t understand this connection, can you add more here please” etc?
[3:22:27 p.m.] Sam Barham: ok
[3:22:34 p.m.] Anna Barham: thank you
[3:23:03 p.m.] Sam Barham: But not “This part needs to be taken out” 🙂
[3:24:11 p.m.] Anna Barham: EXACTLY

It’s a glorious warm sunny day here in mid-winter Dunedin (huh, exactly midwinter, how about that?) so, figuring that since I now have till Friday afternoon and I only had the conclusion and revisions to go, I could spare some time to take Miss 5 to the Gardens. Mr 10 is playing at a friend’s place and Mr 8 didn’t want to come, so it was just me and the girl. It was nice. Time to potter along the paths smelling all the leaves and the few flowers still out on the “scented border walk”, and push her on the flying fox, and show her how to put seed for the duck on her flat palm and hold it out very still, so the ducks would eat from her hand. Even though they must have been completely stuffed, on a sunny day in the middle of the winter school holidays! We got icecreams on the way home.

I can’t afford to just switch off, now that the essay is more or less out of the way (though I’m sure Sam will give me some more to add to it, since I’d be surprised if it makes any sense at all to a lay reader), because I now have homework for my mentor, whom I meet with tomorrow, and a test on Monday. (Have you heard about “Bath Salts” that turn you into a crazed, super strong flesh-eating naked zombie who doesn’t feel pain? FREAKY.) My time is parcelled up by these deadlines for chunks of stuff I need to cram into my head or onto a page. I have that feeling once again that I’m waiting for “real life” to begin. I have felt like this for most of my life, which is halfway over, according to the Biblical span.

Do you feel like that?

Also, for homework:

Form a mental image of the combination of herding cats, pulling teeth and sculpting jelly. (Jello, for you Americans out there.)

Don’t do drugs. Or bath salts. Or bubble bath either, for that matter.

Go sit in the sun. You’ll feel better.

500 down

… only 3500 words to go. I don’t think I’m going to make it to 4000 words before Wednesday lunchtime. I’ve got two pages written of background. It’s not great. Right now I don’t care. I will write some stuff which is mostly relevant, and hand it in, and move on.

I will get through it the way I got through long shifts at the supermarket when I was 16: a small chunk at a time. You never stopped to think, oh God, I still have seven hours to go. You only thought, 45 more minutes till my next break.

That’s what I’m going to do here. I have two pages written. Next I will move onto the section dealing with the synaptic plasticity underlying the initial stages of drug addiction. I’ll write a paragraph, then get up and poke the fire, or go to the loo, or wipe the bench and put away some of the things on the table. Then I’ll come back and write another paragraph.

Forget the end product. Take the next step.

Test down, essay to go

Thanks for your prayers, everyone. The test was as good as it could be. Lots of the questions were copied directly from the practice test we’d been studying from, so as long as I remembered my practice answers all right, those ones will be fine! One question I totally guessed, two or three others were pretty iffy, but the rest were okay, I think. We had three hours, and I was the first to leave, after only an hour and twenty minutes.

I’ll be okay with a 75% and happy with an 80%.

Time to stop procrastinating here and crack on with the essay due next Wednesday. Keep praying! 

Please think of me…

…tomorrow morning at 9. I have this test. Nervous systems plasticity. I’ve studied with a study group and read everything and summarised and memorised the main points and made little colour cartoons as mnemonic aids and I’m still pretty sure I’ve missed a whole lot of important detail.

Please pray for me, if you’re a praying kind of person. If you’re not, you could give it a go? Couldn’t hurt, right?