Well, I'm not writing an essay, but you get the general idea.
It's not that I'm not interested in writing the paper.......no, really!
My professor is a really sweet, very knowledgeable guy. I told him I've never written a research paper before, and have no freaking clue how to do it. So, he begins by suggesting that I don't get caught up in a lot of details, but to zone in on the information I need to write it. Ok, good advice. Then he proceeds to give me more advice, and I fill up 3 pages in my notebook.
3 frickin pages.
So, I am now overwhelmed again. I am seriously thinking of e-mailing him that I'm sick and can't make it to class on Monday, and all because I can't find information on the internet that he implied should be easy-peasy. Nope. Damned if I can find any information on it at all on Google (! I know, right?). My next plan of attack is to look for a peer reviewed paper that contains it. Here is what I'm looking for ~ the percentage of corn in the diet of the Chacoan people (otherwise known as the Anasazi). For different time periods. Easy? It might be for some people, but not for me. I have found that I'm Google challenged.
I suppose it's the way I word things. Someone else got to the right page right away, I have to play with it for half an hour ~ then I give up, if I haven't found it.
Otherwise, all is well. Spring is springing up, and so far we haven't had 30-50 mile an hour winds. Yet. I hate wind. And most of my Albuquerqueian acquaintances/friends/strangers you talk to in the line at the grocery store, all agree that wind sucks the big one.
It's the kind of wind, that if you forget to put down the yard umbrella, it'll end up 3 block away on someone's roof. Lawn chairs can appear out of nowhere. Hopefully your dog weighs enough not to get blown out of the yard. And if you wear contacts, it like the Earth is trying to throw rocks into your eye. Wind sucks the big one.
At the same time, we all happily leave our jackets/coats/gloves behind and do our thang with shorts, tee shirts and flip flops. By this time, we're all sick of our winter clothes, eh? Shuck it, I say. Put it in the seasonal plastic box that you store under the bed, and bring out the capri's, and the tank tops. Because summer is just around the corner.