Date 3/23
Hello, Online Class
Today is Monday the twenty-third, making it the first official day of online classes. It’s only 3pm and I can officially say that I despise online classes. Not only is it super annoying to try to communicate with 30 other people on one live video stream, but I don’t really understand the technology. As far as this class goes, I’ve been able to turn in a draft, but I’m not really sure how replacing that draft with another will go. The instructions that Dr. Pennington sent out seemed pretty clear, but there are so many steps 🙁 and as much as I hate to say it, I’m not as technologically advanced as a person of my age should be. We’ll see how the rest of the semester goes. Stay healthy!
Date 4/5
Repression in Depression
As I’m looking forward to doing another revision of my psychoanalytic essay tomorrow, *hopefully* I also am thinking about the situation we’re in. I heard today that some schools were making preparations to have classes online in the fall ;( This, of course, makes me extremely sad. As much as I enjoy spending time with only my parents (my sister being overseas), I miss school an inordinate amount. I would love nothing more than to go back to class in a classroom and have some semblance of an idea of what’s going on. Constant tech problems and communication gaps are making school at home a little more difficult than I could have imagined. However, since it looks like we’ll be here a while, I suppose I’ll just continue to write about Edna’s repression in a depression.
Date 4/6
A Case of the Monday’s
I apologize for how sad all my blogs have become, but at least the drama will keep you entertained, and oh do I have drama today. I worked tirelessly for hours on a revision for this essay (I can’t even remember which revision I’m on at this point) only for all my changes to mysteriously disappear! I have no idea how this happened, as I was using Google docs which automatically saves but OH WHAT A TRAVESTY! The pain that I felt when looking at that doc and seeing not a single one of my changes was absolutely heartbreaking. This mysterious dark doing occurred only after I turned it in, so my hope is that I just can’t see my edits when the assignment is turned in. I highly doubt that this is the case, but I am hanging on to my small shred of hope. I hope your Monday is better than mine. Please say a prayer for me.
Your hard-working, but yet extremely under-motivated friend,
Alaina.
