No Work = Pay?

So, as many of you know, I have been working for the government. I work at Houston Communtiy College and am part of the administration for the High School Summer Bridge Program. When I took this job, I was really excited. I thought it would be a good solid job, in which I had plenty to do. It is a government job however. I do very little and I get paid. As my mom says : that is how it is when you work for the gov ;)

Bug Off!

Insects roam the world at large; doing seemingly little that is productive. But, as those who are intellectually "nerdy"(aka me) know, their existence is essential to the survival of every living thing on earth. Bugs may be small, and annoying, but they are the foundation to life, as is seen in earth's food pyramid. Unfortunately, while they do have many positive benefits, the world at large sees insects as tiny, nasty, malevolent creatures that have only one desire: to bite either you or your plants, often times causing both to become diseased. Because of the negative connotation associated with bugs, there have across the years developed a number of clichés which abound in American colloquialism. These include:

"Beetle Brain" - not too clever

"A Bug" - a fault in a machine

"Bug Eyed" - eyes that stick out really far

"Moth-Eaten" - old-fashioned

and

"Bug-Off" - go away

The other day I was talking to my mom about dating. Since I have been home, I have been asked two questions. How was your first year at college? and Are you dating anyone? And more often than not, it is just: So, have you met anyone? *hint* (See Lindsay, we all get it). Unfortunately, it would probably be a little rude, or else I would answer: Of course, I met lots of people. There were approximately 40 kids in each of my classes. --Now, because I knew what the people actually wanted to know, I replied: no, I have never dated anyone. Which depending on the definition of the word date, is true. Now, I did go on more dates than any of the girls in my apartment, but I never go on multiple dates with the same guy. And, though this may seem a little strange to the vast majority of my friends, I definitely want to date a guy, before I date the gentleman to whom I will get hitched. As my mom and I were talking, she said that my sister said that it is obvious why I don't go on second dates. Apparently, I wear a huge "Bug-off" sign. To all of you out there, boys and girls, I am sorry. I probably look stuck-up, because I don't want to appear too attached to quickly---because then, in my experience, I am seen as even more weird.

So, while I may wear a "bug-off" sign, it is more of a butterfly, than a beetle: A beautiful welcoming sign.

The Nerd that is Me

As most of you know already, I am a nerd. Which according to my friend Webster means that I am an:

an unstylish, unattractive, or socially inept person ; especially : one slavishly devoted to intellectual or academic pursuits.

I guess my dreams of being a supermodel are out with that as my definition. Most unfortunately, while it is not necessarily obvious that I am socially inept, it is quite plain that I am slavishly devoted to intellectual pursuits. While most of my peers are using the summer months to relax after the many grinding months spent in brain-bruising calculus and chemistry courses, I have taken on to endeavor physics for engineers.

In two weeks, I have completed 10 out of 24 lessons, and hope to be done with the course by the middle of July--wish me luck!