Monthly Archives: October 2012

Cheating. At My Age.

Not me. And not the marital variety.

For those of you who don’t know that I’m in school, or why, here’s the short story:

Alec, my oldest son, went to OU last year, hated it, basically flunked out. I, of course, would prefer he get edumacated, so I offered to take ONE class with him this semester, online, his choice. “Pick something fun!”, I said.

So, here I am in World History II. WTF? I SAID FUN! Does ‘fun’ come out sounding like ‘please pick the worst possible class for me?’. I’d rather have had math, and no one wants that. BTW – he still hates/is blowing off school. His perfectionist mother? Highly protective of her 4.0 GPA and wasting half her life on this. Figures.

ANYway, here we are. Online history class. Halfway done, and I haven’t killed myself yet, but it’s on the list.

Part of what we have to do every week is a discussion board essay. We have to write one, and comment on someone else’s. So, a couple weeks ago, I post mine, but there weren’t many up yet to comment on, so I came back later to do that part. I read one, and I’m like hmm that’s familiar. Did I just read that online or something? I went back and re-read mine and was like ……hmm. Did I accidentally copy off of her? No, mine was posted hours before hers. What the heck?

Willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, I assumed perhaps she’d copy/pasted mine into another window with the intention of using it as a framework for hers, which… whatever. I was going to let it go. But, Alec said I HAD to email the teacher, so he wouldn’t think *I* cheated, or that we worked together on it. So, I did, but even in the email I gave her the benefit of the doubt, and said I’m sure it was probably an accident but I just wanted him to know I wasn’t in on it and so forth. It’s worth noting that hers was almost word for word, but with typos I didn’t have. So, she didn’t copy/paste it, she actually had to have retyped it in. At any rate, he replied and said he’d look into it and that was that.

I thought.

This week rolls around and once again, she copies mine almost exactly word for word. Now I’m completely outraged. I’m an old ass woman. I last had a history class in 1986. We barely had cars back then. In fact, 1986 is probably coming up in the history book in a few chapters, that’s how long ago it was. Here I am putting a lot of thought and work into this, since I may as well be reading all this crap for the first time. I didn’t care in 1986, and I barely care now, so this is definitely not going smoothly (even though I currently do have a 93.9% TYVM).

Here’s a brief snippet of what I’m talking about, and keep in mind, I had 3 paragraphs, she had the same 3 paragraphs, with only the subtle changes you see here.

Mine: The Industrial Revolution brought many changes to our country, and the entire world. The greatest cause for the changes was an increase in the population of the world, brought on by lower mortality rates and more access to food.*

Hers: The Industrial Revolution brought many changes to our country, and the entire world. The greatest cause for the changes was an increase in the population of the world, brought on by more access to food, and lower mortality rates.

I emailed the teacher again, this time in a far more animated and angry manner. I included both essays in their entirety and really raged a lot. Even on FB. This means war. My husband said I’m probably getting a 20 year old single mother kicked out of school. I said if she’s a 20 year old, she just had history 2 years ago, and is far more prepared for this than I am, so she should write her own damn essay.

His reply: I have given her zeros for the assignments in question and I’m in the process of going over all of her posts to see how many times this was done before I take further action. Rest assured that she will not be receiving credit for these posts and further sanctions will be imposed. That you for your diligence.

Do I feel better? A little. I wonder how many of the other weeks she copied off of me (or someone else) and I didn’t notice. I almost wanted to wait until the last minute to post mine so that she can’t, but knowing my luck, the system would be down / my internet would be out / a tornado / something, and then I’d get a big fat 0. How does she think she won’t get caught? These are posted on the message board for us all to read. /facepalm

Stay tuned for further updates on this misery. The class, not the cheating. The cheating isn’t misery, just annoying as hell.

*I am aware that this is complete crap writing. Cut me some slack. I’m just trying to get through this class.

Pumpkin Oatmeal

I try to eat right. I really do. Damn difficult, that.

One thing I’ve been focusing on lately is breakfast. I’m more of “ignore eating until my stomach turns inside out and I realize it’s 1:30pm” type. But, I’ve been making an effort.

Here’s what I had today.

Pumpkin Oatmeal

Pumpkin Oatmeal
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Ingredients
  • ¼ cup uncooked steel-cut oats
  • 1½ cups water
  • ¼ cup pumpkin purée
  • ½ tsp. pumpkin pie spice
  • chopped walnuts
  • Craisins
  • Maple syrup
Instructions
  1. Cook the oats according to package directions. When the oats are almost done, stir in the pumpkin puree and spice . Allow to finish cooking (to heat pumpkin through). Put in a bowl, and top with maple syrup, nuts, and Craisins. (Or whatever you choose!) I added 1 tsp Chia seeds to mine.

 

You can have fun with this. Add flax seed or Chia seed if you have them. Use regular oats instead of steel cut. Add a splash of Almond or Soy milk. Go nuts. Use honey or cinnamon sugar instead of maple syrup (I like to add something sweet, since the pumpkin isn’t). And eat breakfast!

Garmin Rage!

The last time my Garmin successfully uploaded a run was September 10th. Which was actually a bike ride. Not the bike ride that crashed my face, like I just thought, because that would make sense. No, just me riding home from the mechanic, hoping I didn’t smash my face again.

First off, it says I have a firmware update, which is currently sitting in queue on my ANT agent. It connects to the watch, gets to 1% completion, and then fails.

If I try to upload my runs, nothing happens.

I have tried the following:

  • Rebooting my computer 2.3 million times
  • Uninstalling and reinstalling the ANT agent
  • Uninstalling ANT agent / rebooting / reinstalling / rebooting
  • Raspberry Vodka* with Razmatazz and Pink Lemonade (delicious)
  • Scouring the internet for clues
  • Unplugging the dongle and moving it to a different USB port (hole?)
  • Threatening to throw the watch down a well

Still nothing. My husband is suggesting it might be stuck on one of my runs and that I should delete them all. BUT! There are 2 marathons and a half marathon on there! Ain’t nobody got time fo dat! And would that stop the firmware from updating? I DON’T KNOW.

Technology. Isn’t it grand.

*Not provided to me for free.  But should be.

Scrappies 10/5

Here’s my pages for this week.

On This Day
Products: Narrative by One Little Bird, Pagekraft by One Little Bird, Plant Your Story: Journaled v1 by Sara Gleason

The Things We Do
Products: Metro by One Little Bird, Flight Plan No. 10 by One Little Bird

On Stage
Products: Creative Bliss Papers by Shawna Clingerman, Creative Bliss Elements by Shawna Clingerman, Chipboard Alphabet Soup by Kim Jensen, Mixed Messages alpha by Shawna Clingerman, Banana Cake elements by Valorie Wibbens, Sprinkles by Valorie Wibbens, and non-BYOC Sm(art) Mouth by One Little Bird, Flight Plan No. 8 by One Little Bird

Akron + 1 Day

Before I ran marathons, I had a more romantic vision of what the ‘day after’ entailed. I hadn’t exactly thought it through, but it definitely involved couch time and ice cream.

That was before.

Now, I coach runners. And their training can’t suffer because I’m tired.

Tonight, my 5k-10k students were doing their final long run. 6 big ones. Their longest so far. Quite an event as most of them only started Couch to 5k this summer. I thought I was quite clever, though. I scheduled them to meet me at Lock 29, and I planned to have them run 1.5 miles out, turn around, wave to me on the way by, and then go 1.5 miles the other way. Everyone wins, right? They get my support, and I get to do nothing. Ok maybe only I win, but at any rate, that was the plan.

The best laid plans…

As I was on the way there, I got a text from my friend Connie. She said she was meeting us there. Well this can’t be good.

Connie is Connie Gardner, 11 time National Championship Ultrarunner. I tell you this not to name drop, but so you’ll have a full appreciation for what I’m saying here. Also, I wrote that Wiki article, so there is that.

Anyway, I was not bothered, I figured “great! Connie can run with them while I’m waving at mile 3!”

Pfft. She showed up like “oh no, you’re running”. Oh boy.

The first 2 miles were not my favorite. Be careful not to complain, though. She says “do some butt kicks”. I figure she’s giving me a helpful hint to loosen my legs or something. I do a couple. OW WTF. She laughs. “worse, isn’t it?”. Lord, help me.

The next 2 miles were just regular awful.

The last 2? I might as well have been back at the marathon. I honestly thought it would never end. And I’m supposed to be the supportive and helpful coach. Not the “how much further?” whiny coach who didn’t have a GPS watch because she forgot to charge it after the race.

So, yeah. 6 miles the day after a marathon? I ran it. And wanna know what else? After that, I feel fine. Definitely better than before I ran. Is she on to something? Perhaps. And you know what else? The Towpath is so gorgeous in the fall you can almost forget how miserable you feel. Almost.

Towpath