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AuburnChick Takes an Exam

Yeah, yeah…I know…the title does not seem all that surprising since college students are supposed to take exams. Why would I write about something so normal as taking a test?

Well, first of all, this is AuburnChick. Is anything ever routine for her? Of course not. If it was, then she wouldn’t have a need for this blog.

Getting back to the purpose of my story…

You see, the exam I took today was not one of my finals, which I’m scheduled to take tomorrow (Thursday) and Friday. I was the happy-test-taker (not) of the MAPP test. It stands for Measure of Academic Proficiency and Progress. It should stand for Making AuburnChick Pretty Peeved.

First of all, the college I attend requires all students to take this exam before they graduate. It is used to measure students’ general knowledge against those of other university students. So, they require you to take an exam you have no interest in taking just so they can figure out if you really learned anything while you were in school. Plus, they make you pay for the test! And you know what? It’s not pass or fail. It’s a “just-because-I-said-so” test. Something is not right.

Anyhow…the test is timed…two 60-minute sessions…each containing 54 questions. I sit down and begin (by the way, it’s on the computer…thank goodness).

The first few questions involve reading and answering questions. Sound easy? Nope…not for AuburnChick.

Have you ever taken one of these exams where you have to read about topics that absolutely bore you to tears…so much that you zone out while you read the passages? And then the questions are phrased in such a confusing manner that you zone out while trying to decipher the questions? Why can’t they make these questions about something interesting…like the history of knitting? I would have aced those questions. But no…they didn’t ask for AuburnChick’s input before they wrote the test. That would have been too easy.

So, I plod my way through the reading sections, agonizing over each answer. Gotta be perfect, you know. I’m AuburnChick, Knower-of-All-Things, Queen of Google-ing. Only you can’t google the answers this time.

Meanwhile, the clock is ticking.

Tick, tick, tick

Well, okay…clocks don’t really tick anymore, but it’s hard not to look at that tiny thing counting down the minutes. It’s placed in a good spot too — in the right-hand corner of the screen — so you can see it out of the corner of your eye.

Tick, tick, tick

15 minutes left, and I’m only on question 10 of 54. What is up? What is taking so long? Could it be that this test is pointless?

After reading a few reading questions, I proceed to the questions that involve grammar and writing (which, BTW, I’m SURE I’ve aced).

Next, I hit the math section.

Uh, oh. I’m in trouble now. Boy don’t I know it. I am absolutely surprised that I can knit. Knitting involves counting and, sometimes, multiplying.  Somehow, though, knitting and math are logical.  Unlike the questions I faced today.

I managed to answer the first question without any problem. It was 1+1=n. Not a problem. It is a multiple choice test, making this a bit easier. I think the easy question was a trick to lull me into a false sense of security…believing that this would be easy after all.  They slammed me on the next one. And I quote (loosely, of course):

“You want to hang a picture that’s 4″ across on a wall that’s 13″ across. How far from the left side of the wall do you hang the picture?”

I have four answers to choose from. I didn’t see the answer I need: “AuburnChick does NOT hang pictures. That’s Mr. AuburnChick’s job.” This should have been choice D. It’s not there, and I don’t see a place to write in my answer.

Darn.

I use my scrap paper to lay it all out visually. This proves of no use. I’m a poor artist. So, I guess at the answer. Now, it must be said that when I told this story to a co-worker later, she chimes in with, “Oh, all you need to do is blah-blah-blah. Bingo. Answer.”

Yeah, and she’s beautiful too. Why, oh why, didn’t I get brains to go with my beauty?

Sigh.

And that’s how the exam went. For two solid hours. There I sat, alone in a testing room. I’m embarrassed to say that I vented out my frustration to the room, quite loudly too. They should have just brought in a straitjacket to go along with the white walls.

Oh, and one other thing… I got the results immediately. Can you believe that I did better on the math than the writing??? Yeah, it kind of surprised me to. I fancy myself a decent writer. People are actually reading my blog (unless they are hitting my blog to make my stats look good and then leaving real quick). And people are leaving very nice, positive comments (and no…I don’t delete the mean ones…there aren’t any). I was thinking of writing a book…a plan which I must now scrap because of this stupid test that claims that my writing skills are “marginal.” And to think that I could have been the next Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, or Tori Spelling (did you know that she just wrote a book?). My name could have gone down as one of the greatest female writers of all time, along with all those women I previously mentioned.  (Please recognize the sarcasm here.)

Sigh…

Anyhow, all that matters is that it’s over. The only math I plan on doing for the next great while is adding up all of my yarn purchases that I’m going to be making in celebration of graduation.

P.S. I was just kidding about the book. I have no intention of doing such a thing! It just made my story better!

Look What AuburnChick Received in the Mail Today!

I’m so excited! With the end of school fast approaching, I’m getting ready to start knitting in earnest again. So, to ensure that I’m all set, I placed an order…

But when I received the books, I realized that I did not have the right needles, so I had to place another order (darn, I hate when that happens)…

Can you tell I’m on a mission to learn new ways to knit socks? I’ve got the dpn thing down, but I want to try to minimize ladders, and the idea of completing two at a time intrigues and excites me.

I didn’t buy sock yarn because I have a skein or two that I want to use first.

I have exams this week, but you better believe that one of these books, and a set of needles will be in my bag, in the car, for the rest of my afternoon (i.e. car loop at school).

AuburnChick Buys Metamucil

Were you scared when you saw the title? And yet, here you are, continuing to read.

First of all, let’s be clear. The Metamucil was not for me. “Yeah, right,” you’re probably thinking to yourself. Trust me, there is no need for the stuff in AuburnChick’s household. We are, to put it bluntly, a family of poopers. Yep. We have that down pat.

The parents, Mr. AuburnChick, I mean, and myself, passed down this wonderful talent to our amazing children. We knew that they had gotten the pooping gene when our daughter, all of three days old, proceeded to poop — in an arc — over Mr. AuburnChick’s body in bed that first night. I was changing her, and, well, let’s just say it looked like a rocket had exploded. Dad just watched in fear as it went over his prone body. He puffed up with pride when he was sure it was safe to move. It was a sight to behold.

Wanna hear another story? Oh, wait, this is a story about Metamucil. So sorry…I got caught up in the memories…

Anyhow, here’s why (and who) I had to buy the stuff for.

The other day, I came home from work, eager to see my dear sweet dogs. That’s one thing that’s so wonderful about them. They are tremendously happy to see you when you arrive.

Well, I opened the door to let them in, and my sweet little Molly (pictured below) came in and plopped on the floor.

Molly

Huh? What’s this? This is not my Molly. She’s usually so happy to see us that her entire back end wags. Not that day.

So, a little worried, I call her to me. She takes two steps and lays down. Oh no. Now I’m worried, and I get ready to dial the vet. But first I have to inspect my baby. Are hips supposed to look like that? I haven’t a clue. I’m just a computer tech, and I don’t see an escape key anywhere.

Somehow, I think to lift her up and pull her waggy tail up.

Uh oh. I see something. I don’t think I’ll describe it. But, I had to — uh — get a paper towel and pull it out. She cried a little. I wanted to as well. I’m not exactly used to pulling stuff out of my dog’s behind.

Well, that fixed her. It was almost as good as putting a band-aid on a two year old. She unleashed her thankfulness by running all over the house.

Does the story end here. Of course not. This is AuburnChick’s blog, after all. I give you all the fun details of my life.

So, I decide to pick up the phone and call the vet anyhow. I haven’t talked to them in, hmmm, a couple of weeks? I’m like a neurotic parent of a newborn. I love my furry babies.

Ring, ring (do phones actually ring these days?)

“Hello, AuburnChick’s personal vet at your service.” (I’m exaggerating a little, of course)

“Hi, this is Aubie, Pele, and Molly’s mommy. Do dogs get constipated.” (Imagine that, I get right to the point!)

“Uh, ok, uh, sure. Let me ask the vet about this.” She puts me on hold.

Is she laughing? Probably. I can picture the entire office making fun of me. I should charge them a fee for entertaining them.

She comes back on the phone and assures me that it’s normal, and to buy my baby some Metamucil.

“As in old people Metamucil?” I exclaim.

Yep, that’s it.

You mean that I have to go to the store and have people watch me buy it? Uh oh.

What’s the big deal, you ask? Well, at times like this, I forget that I’m 30-something and regress to the teenage years where buying stuff like — well, you know — is plain old embarrassing. This coming from the woman who loves to do Shakira impressions in public in front of my daughter. Regardless, I put it off for a day.

The next day I ease into Target. I really do not want people to think that I’m buying this for me. I’m the Queen Pooper who’s given birth to Princess and Prince Pooper. I want to shout all through the aisles:

“I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM POOPING!”

Mercifully, I don’t do this and discreetly take my item to the cashier, pay for it, and hurry out to my car.

Oh, and for those of you who have a little trouble “going,” I hope you haven’t taken offense. It’s just that we poopers are a proud bunch. It’s probably good to humbled every now and then.

A Surprise for AuburnChick

My good friend, who lives on the same street, called a few minutes ago and asked if I was going to be home in the next little while. I said yes.

So, she arrived and brought me this:

“What is it?” you ask.

It’s her famous Key Lime Pie…not even chilled yet (hence the whipped topping still in its tub).

“Now, what is the significance?” you ask.

First of all, I’ve been real stressed with classes lately. I just finished a 14 page paper for one class, and I have one more short paper to write. Then I have finals.

The other thing is that I gave up chocolate for Lent. For me, that’s almost like giving up breathing — especially when I have papers to write.

So, being the thoughtful person that she is, she wanted to give me something yummy while respecting the “no chocolate” commitment I made.

What a good friend.

The Elevator Lady

You know…a girl just cannot seem to get a break. Here’s how Thursday started.

I decided to get an early start at work, so I left for work straight from taking my daughter to school. The office occupies the top floor of a bank, and there are other businesses on the other floors.

So, I go, using my key to let myself in to the elevator where I proceed to punch in the elevator code that’s required for our floor (we’re special, you know). Well, nothing happens. Being a computer tech does not necessarily mean Auburnchick is always tech savy…although she does pretty good. I punch in the code again and hit the button of the floor she want. Nothing. The elevator goes up, and then goes down. Someone enters the elevator.

“What floor?” I ask.

“Four,” they say.

Ok. I hit the button. They stare. They are trying to figure out why I am already on the elevator and why I’m not getting off when they do. Yeah, Auburnchick likes riding elevators. It’s a lot cheaper than going to Disney.

So, after they get off, I try to enter the code again. The buttons all have two numbers, so I think that maybe to get to the number I need, I’m supposed to hit that button twice. Nope. Down I go.

The doors open, and there’s two people waiting to get on.

I wave good morning to them. They give me weird looks.

“What floor?” I ask.

“Four,” they say, looking at me from the corners of their eyes and standing real close to one another.

I feel the need to explain, so I tell them I’m trying to get to — floor.

“Oh, the one that needs the code?” Yeah. I lamely explain that the code must have been changed. Uh huh, right. I don’t think they really believed me. They get off, looking behind them. I think they were making sure I wasn’t going to follow them.

So, do you think I would get off of the elevator at some point? Oh no…that would be too easy. I keep trying…all combinations of numbers. I’m surprised an alarm did not go off. Once, I even pressed the numbers of the floors instead of the special keypad. Yep…I got to stop on every floor.

Oh, and normally, there are several people at work early. But not today…oh no, that would mean that Auburnchick is having a good day.

Finally, after about the 10th trip up and down that elevator (and I was starting to feel sick…I’m dumb…should have just gotten off), one of our employees arrives. She doesn’t have the code either. We ride. To no avail. She calls the person who has the code. He’s on his way in and won’t divulge the info. Great. So we waited…OUTSIDE the elevator. We finally got to our offices. And you know what, it wouldn’t have mattered if I had the newer code because they changed the locks on the doors of our floor, so I would have still been stuck! Grrr…

Auburnchick should have just gone straight home, cause the day just got worse and worse.

Seven Things About AuburnChick

Ok…I’ll play.

Lamby Knits tagged me, so it’s my turn. First of all, the rules.

1) Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3) Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4) Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

I have tagged Amanda, Arielluria, Aimee, Deb, Shandeh, Mason, and Mariblue. Don’t forget to check out their blogs! They’re quite nice!!!

Here are seven facts that others might find interesting about AuburnChick:

1) I am a goofy Newfy…meaning that I was born in Newfoundland (but I’ve lived in the U.S. all of my life).

2) I am a naturalized citizen. That was an awesome experience! My naturalization took place in Miami. You can only imagine the number of countries represented during the ceremony.

3) I was the state typing champion, on a manual typewriter no less, in Alabama in 1980-something. Sure, sounds geeky, but I am a proud nerd…what can I say. Oh, and did you catch that it was a MANUAL typewriter?? Yep…they still had those back then, although we also had electric and electronic typewriters. I made the unfortunate mistake of sitting in front of the manual typewriter the first day of class. There I sat for two years of typing class. No, I did not fail. I chose to take Typing II the second year.

4) I was born on Easter Sunday. That’s pretty cool, to me at least.

5) My high school graduating class only had 18 students, including me. I graduated #2. 🙂

6) I recently won a $100 gift card from Chick-fil-A. During Auburn’s college bowl game, sponsored by Chick-fil-A, I went online and registered for a free breakfast sandwich. Last week, an envelope arrived in the mail, and inside were a calendar (the kind with the free coupons on the bottom of each page), a coupon for a free breakfast sandwich, and a gift card that you were supposed to take to the restaurant to get them to scan. When they ran mine through, we discovered that I was one of the 2,000 winners (out of over 150,000 that were sent out)! What a great day!

7) I love to shop in office supply stores. Forget clothes shopping…just take me to a store that sells pens, paper, and office gadgets, and I’m all over it! Yep, AuburnChick is definitely a nerd.

Where Have I Been Lately?

You know, I really like blogs that are updated regularly, and that was my goal for mine as well. But somehow, life takes over, and little things go by the wayside.

I am in the middle of my last term at Troy. Yep…Auburnchick finally took the plunge and returned to college. After a grueling 23 classes in just under two years, she will finish up her Bachelor’s degree. This term seems to be one of the hardest…and she’s only taking two classes! Yep…she’s got Senioritis, and it’s not the kind that involves gray hair, although me thinks she might have a lot more than when she started this adventure.

Going back to school after years of, basically, doing what you want, is quite intimidating. Thank goodness for technology! The thing that stopped her from finishing sooner was the fear of missing things with her children. Not so anymore. Boy, you can work, raise a family, travel to soccer tournaments, and go to school…all without missing a beat.

Here are a couple of small projects that were finished right after this term started (and studying should have commenced, but again, Auburnchick pleads Senioritis)…

This is the Knitted Lacy Round Cloth. I used Lily Sugar ‘n Cream (Hot Orange). It was a really fun pattern. It looks so much harder than it is. When I posted a picture on KH, I had several comments that it looks like a sun. How appropriate…given that I live in Florida!

This is the Garterlac Dishcloth. I used Lily Sugar ‘n Cream (Playtime). What a totally cool pattern! I got to learn entrelac, which is an amazingly easy knitting method. This pattern (click on the name to go to the link) was written out so clearly that it was a piece of cake to make!

This is an Oddball Charity Baby Blanket that I had the privilege of working on. I worked on the top part…the multi-colored row. The pattern I used was from the 2007 Knitting Calendar.

Over on Knitting Help, there’s a forum dedicated to Charity Knitting. We’ve got a bunch of blankets going around right now. How it works is that one person starts the blanket, which has a name and a theme. The person who starts knits whatever pattern she wants for about three inches, using the type of yarn (acrylic, wool, etc.) requested by the organization and then sends it to the next person on the list. The blankets travel across the country as each knitter completes her (or his, for that matter) part. The baby blankets have five or six knitters, and then they return to the first person, who finishes it up and gets it ready to donate. We fill out a page in a journal and pass that along too. The journals are given to the recipients of the blankets.

Can I just say that this is one of the neatest things I’ve ever done! I taught myself to knit because I wanted to make something useful. And while it’s fun to knit socks that I will wear and purses that I will use, knitting for someone who truly needs it (and has not asked for it) is the most rewarding thing ever. And when you discover other people who have that same passion…WOW!

So, what else has been going on in Auburnchick’s life? Oh, here’s a picture of the dozen roses she presented to the birthday girl (see previous entry “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend”). While the birthday itself was, ah, interesting…always with teenage girls…the flowers were a pure delight. Not even teens can hide the sparkle in their eyes when they genuinely like something.

But alas…Auburnchick has put down the needles and yarn…for a little while. There have also been few home-cooked meals. Auburnchick prides herself on being a good student, and she wants to finish strong. Ok, she’ll admit it. She wants to make A’s in her classes. Yep…she’s a nerd, and proud of it. So, despite the severe burnout that is occurring, she has buckled down. Terms at Troy have pros and cons. The pros are that you get done faster (nine weeks of instructional time as opposed to full semesters). The drawback is that you cram a whole semester’s worth of work into nine weeks. So, while there’s only three full weeks left, it will be a frenetic three weeks.

So, if you come here and notice little to no activity, you’ll know where you can find her — the library (or asleep on her couch…preferably the latter).