Can you tell what Evan is trying to say? He gets a little mixed up with the words, but in the end you should hear, “Love you, Lewis grandpa!”


My physical science class has been giving me a headache. The tests are on a curve, mainly because the teacher insists that the average will be about 60% regardless of how he writes the test. I just took the second test over the weekend.

On test #1, I got a 68. Miserable, right? I think so. On the curve it was a B.

On test #2, I got a 74. I actually felt like compared to the first test, 74 was really not too shabby. And guess what? On the curve it was…an A!

Thank you, classmates, for understanding the material even less than I did.


Least helpful visit ever

You probably saw on Facebook that I went to talk to a counselor on campus last week. I was at the end of my rope, feeling overwhelmed with my life and ready to drop out of school. The counselor was a great listener – but I actually went because I needed advice or at least encouragement. Here’s a sample of the suggestions she gave me:

  • Try to take things one day at a time.
  • Try to take things one week at a time.
  • Keep a detailed calendar.
  • Block off sections of time for just school work, just family, etc. (She actually told me to try ignoring the kids for 2 hours every day so I could study.)
  • Talk to an academic counselor.
  • Talk to a stress counselor.
  • Attend a stress management workshop.
  • Just make it to the end of the semester.
  • Do my best.
  • Spend more time relaxing.
  • Have pizza and salad for dinner instead of cooking.
  • Care less about grades.
  • Accept that my grades might be bad this semester.
  • Accept that my life is difficult.
  • Accept that my best might not be enough.
  • Come talk to her again.

It was definitely an experience. I ended up telling her that I had really hoped for some secret trick that would put my life back into balance, and she turned the question around and asked what I thought would be helpful. You know what she didn’t suggest, that I came up with? Asking friends and family for help. I hate to do that because everyone else is crazy-busy too – but we’ll see how it goes. My own suggestion seems to be working a little better than all of hers.

So, I didn’t end up quitting school, but I did miss one of my classes to talk to her. I’m not sure yet if it was worth it!

Edit: I forgot, after I told her I probably needed some help this was her bit of widsom:

  • People will dislike me if they think I’m handling all of this on my own.