Yeah, so my last post was awhile ago, but I do have a good excuse...I've been feverishly working on my thesis. Graduation will hopefully be in May and phd will start in August (Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise).
So as a peace offering for the three people, including my dad, who read this blog, I am including some video of traveling buddies and tigers in Thailand. I've been holding the footage hostage for a bit too long and not sharing with people who would like to see themselves kissing a tiger. Sorry, guys. : )
On another note, I am done with (and passed) my stats classes. Whoot! But I now have two intensive reading classes that grade not only my writing abilities, but also my skills as a bioarchaeologist. Who knew that at some point they would start testing me on my ability to actually perform all of the things we've been reading about. This is truly a crazy mixed up world. I'll let you know how my biological profiles work out, let's hope that I'm fairly competent.
For something non-school related - I am officially not a fan of bad drivers. Now believe me, I am not the greatest and probably would give myself a C. This is because I'm a multi-tasker and deep thinker (read: I have a hard time paying attention, this is part of my second problem - I have a difficult relationship with punctuality, but that's another issue altogether).
But the other night proved me wrong. Thank God. Because as I was driving home, clipping along at a legal 55 mph, some jackass decided to pull out in front of me just as I was about to pass him.
Now, people say things like, "oh, I almost got into a wreck. It was awful. I almost hit someone's bumper going 10 mph in stop and go traffic. Or, oh man, I almost hit someone and they were only 50 feet away, but I was able to stop in time."
No, that is not close. Close was last night, when I was about 10 feet out from this dude and I had to swerve into the on-coming traffic lane to avoid him, white-knuckling the wheel to keep the car on the road (and who knew swerving cars were hard to handle, the movies are liars). The good news is that my first reaction was to swerve and accelerate and not hit the brakes because there would have been no stopping just in the nick of time.
So I am going to start giving myself a grade of a B, because while I may have some driving problems, my subconscious/instinct is a hell of a driver.
