"University Days"

My dreadful, and fearful, "Universit Days" story happened when I was atteneding Allen College, when I was getting some prerequisites and electives out of the way before going to Washburn. It was College Algebra, and I will be the first to tell you that Math is NOT a strong subject for me. If its not the basics like adding or multiplying, you can forget it especially fractions. Like I always say "give me letters or numbers but never them together. Anyway,this being my second time trying to pass this class but with 2 different instructors, my second instructor, gave aus an assignment with fractions and equations, so I did them how I was taught, got my paper back and although I got an B, he took off points for not doing them his way the way he was teching us, I didnt see how it mattered how I got the answer as long as it was right, but ok then. I ended up withdrawling from his class, and taking it the following semester with a great instructor, who made sure I understood things before going on, and who passed me with an B+, to this day I dont think that there was a better math teacher there that could of helped me to pass College Algebra.
Phew, no more Math classes, Yay!!

Natasha

Keeping a notebook

I like Didion, have tried to keep a notebook or diary, but for one reason or another have not kept up on it. I recall being maybe 12 years old, and my grandma gave me my first diary that you had to have a key to open and I remember her saying " no matter what kind of day you have or who is unpleasant towards you or if you are just upset with your parents, you can always tell someone your deepest, darkest, happiest or saddest secrets that no one can see, and that's this diary." Those words have stuck with me, even now that I am a mother myself. I remember keeping up with my diary even a few years after that, writing down everything that I could possibly think of. But now that I think about it maybe it was or is a little obsessive compulsive, or even dumb, but in a way i think we all long to keep a journal of some sort, to hold on to the small things that we feel will some day be lost, either due to age or whether we are just running out of room in our minds to store them, because it has filled up with everyday life like grocery lists or bills that are due or birthday parties that your kids are invited too. In one way or another we all write down little notes or reminders if you will that help get us through our lives. Now that i am older I find myself only keeping a notebook when I am really angry and frustrated. I wonder what that means?

Natasha

About me

Hello all! My name is Natasha Whittaker, I'm 26, engaged and I have 2 children. My oldest is 4, Amelya, and she starts preschool tomorrow, and she is so excited. My youngest is almost 2, Jace and he definitely keeps me on my toes, actually tip toes! I am a stay at home mom and a full time student @washburn, working towards an AS in Respiratory Therapy, and a BHS in Health Administration, I can't wait to be done!
We finally found our dream about a year ago, and it has been pretty crazy around here since then. My fiance works @ KU as a Roofer which makes me very nervous everyday, but he loves it. I really don't know what else you want to know, I guess let me know, talk to you @ my next blog.

Natasha