Panic and Frustration!

Welp! It's that time of the semester again! Last couple of weeks of classes, one month before exams!  I'm piled up to my eyes with assignments! Eeep! I have two assignments due on Wednesday, a test that same night, and another assignment due Thursday afternoon! Why am I blogging you ask? Well... this is just part of my procrastination I suppose... Along with twitter, facebook, and restaurant city (now there's a game you can just sit and watch for hours on end!). 

My Wednesday morning assignment is a lab report, and to be honest, I really don't care how I do anymore... I'm just to the point where I am so confused and frustrated that I just don't care.  It's a results and discussion section of the report write up.  We never really did the experiment... the tutors did it, and they just told us about it and gave us the results. And we're suppose to write about it?  We didn't do the first few bits (introduction, methods, etc) either!

Wednesday afternoon is the Statistics assignment number 3! This one's worth 8% of the final grade.  Not much to say about that assignment... it's math.  I don't like math.  I'm not much good at it...

Now the Thursday assignment... that's one that I do have quite a bit of interest in.  Its a research/literature review on the "theraputic alliance".  Basically the relationship between a counsellor and his/her clients, and the way it affects the results.  I've done a bit of research and reading about it, and I've really found it quite interesting!  That is the one assignment that I actually want to do.  With that said, I haven't actually started writing it yet.  And it's a 2500 word essay, and it's worth 40% of the final grade! There are no exams for this paper, thats why.

*sigh* I guess I should get back to it huh...

My New Life - Pt. 2

When we finally arrived at the airport of the new country, we were nervous, hungry and excited all at the same time! Once we were outside, we took a deep breath of fresh air. “Welcome to New Zealand!” My father smiled in content.

The taxi driver dropped us off at a large motel named The Half Moon Bay Marine Motel next to a wharf, where we dropped off our bags and made some food to eat. “So!” My father jumped up once we were done with our lunch, “Who wants to go see our house?” We all hopped into our car, which had already been parked at the motel, and a real estate agent led us to our house. My jaw dropped as soon as I saw the house. “It’s a mansion!” I gasped. “It has grass! Lots of grass! It’s a field!” The moment I got out of the car, I ran to the yard and cart wheeled on the green grass, and laid on it with my legs and arms wide spread, like I’ve seen only on television. The grass wasn’t great. It wasn’t soft, like I had imagined it would be. But that didn’t matter. The fact is it was grass. I had never seen grass. You didn’t see grass in Taiwan.

The real estate agent led us into our house. Even though the house was free of furniture, I was ecstatic! “Which is my room?” My brother and I questioned in unison. “Down the hall, second room on the left, the one next to the bathroom, that’s your room.” My mother smiled calmly to my brother. “And yours is upstairs, the one on the left”, she said to me. My brother and I sprinted to his room first, then upstairs to see mine. “Is that a farm?” My brother enquired, looking out my window. “Are those cows?” I pointed. When we were satisfied with our rooms, we went back downstairs.

Not soon after, we were on the road again. The real estate agent took us to see some schools. We drove to a primary school with a sign that said “Pigeon Mountain Primary School” at the gate, a large field in the front, a playground laid with bark, and little buildings that were classrooms. “This will be your school” my mother pointed to me. As we drove back out of the school, my brother noticed people across the street, “What are those kids doing there?” “That,” my mother answered, “will be your school. Bucklands Beach Intermediate. BBI for short.”

On the way home, my dad said that it was time we were given English names. “What name would you like?” He asked me. “I chose a name in my English class when I was in Kindergarten. Other people wanted it, but my teacher gave it to me. I think I want to keep that name. My name will be Ruby.”

That afternoon, we went back to our house. I laid a blanket on the floor in the room next to my brother’s, and took a nap. “This is my new home” I thought to myself, as I started to fall asleep. “This is my new life”. I was satisfied.

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