Recovery

As some of you may know, I have stumbled upon a relatively less tiny tragedy as of late. I was recently diagnosed with a "somewhat severe" concussion, thus harboring my ability to do, well, anything. Clearly, I am recovering quite nicely and though I still have some traces of short-term memory loss and other such symptoms, I will be fine. This is about as much as I can handle (I have spent much time emailing teachers long-winded explanations and discovering the beautiful mindlessness of networks such as Pinterest), but I will soon return with the most minuscule of tragedies so as to make all my lovely bloggers laugh once again. (Probably at my own expense.)

Damn Exams

Tiny Tragedy #5: Midterms.
They aren't so bad, really. The stuff from the beginning of the year is at least slightly still stuck in your mind, and it's really only one semester of...stuff.
But when a teacher administers a midterm exam that is composed mainly of topics that we did not cover in class, was not in the textbook, nor was present in any homework assignments, there will be problems. (Out of respect for this teacher, I will not mention the name nor the gender of this teacher. The teacher will henceforth be known as #1)
For instance, I recently took my midterm for a class that, admittedly, is not my strongest subject. I studied quite hard, looked at the exam, stuck it out, did my best, drew on prior knowledge...and failed. Granted, I tied with the highest grade in the class with a friend of mine, but it was still a failing grade.
As a college-bound senior who had a GPA blip in one class junior year and is counting on seventh semester grades to be accepted to universities, I cannot afford to fail anything. My semester average went down an entire letter grade (as it did for all students who took this exam).
What can be done?
#1 is of a nature that is quite respectable. #1's intentions are pure, but are sometimes executed inappropriately. #1's general inflexibility has been detrimental to many students' grades, although I will point out that at many times #1 has bent #1's set rules for various assignments, etc. on occasion, which has helped us tremendously. With these facts in mind, the questions are: Who do we approach to request a curve for the exam? and Will #1 provide us with this tool we need to succeed?
Thoughts are always welcome.
I'll let you know how it ends up!
Now, time to get some sleep for my last high school midterm ever...

Pandora

is the best thing ever.
'nuff said.
Peace out, cub scout.

Metacognition

Tiny Tragedy #4: Dyselxia. Dyslexia. Dyseliza? Okay, I will not hit the delete button on this post to express my utter inability to spell or read or what ahave you. Typose. They stink! I am an editor at heard, so this post is breaking me. I cannot stand all these mistakes, but , for all of you, i shall tough it outs. My fingers do 't like to do what my mind wants. so I am incessintly incessantly typing and retyping words, phrases, all those things. I am tnot thinking! I am doing what my old teacher, notw now my thesis advisor, Ms. GoForth, would call a metacognitive rant or something like that. I know it's metacognitive something. I am talking to Trudy Morse in between typing writing this post when I should be doing my psychology outline. I know the material, but all those darnedquizzzzes. will leave me with a terrible grade if I don't do complete this. I would lvoe to just go to sleep right now. It's past my bedtimeeeeeeeeee (that was internional intentional). Chris Deal, are you reading this? You think I'm crazy, I know. That's alright. Regina Spektor just ppped popped up on my iTunes! She is so wonderful (: Mama G, what would you think of me now? Jimmy Eat Wrold World. Hear You Me. Wonderful osng song, so powerful. sometimes I cry, but doesn't everyone? Everyone go watch Taylor Mali's "What Teachers <Make " no "What Teachers Make" because he is so inspiring. Did ou you know I want to be a teacher? Taylor Mali enforced that desire within me and after TA'ing in so many places, it's becaome become a passion. After Officer Wayne teacher teaches me to hold someone when they are about to attack someone, I will feel even more confident to pursue special aducation education. I am so excited that I have completed 8 college applications already! I only have 4 more to go, 3 of which are due December 1 or later, making my life a lot easier but a little more anxiety-filled because of waiting my by my mailbox day after day after day! Packages are good, letters, are not. Let's wish for lots of big envelopes!!! Goodnight (: everyone!

My apologies...I promise I will never do that again. That was horrendous. From now on, all posts will be as grammatically correct as intended, save minor typos here and there.

Exceedingly Inappropriate Little Boys

Tiny Tragedy #3: Note to self: stop wearing baggy sweatshirts and old jeans to Hebrew school because you might get hit on by a first grader.
Wait, what??
I am a teacher's aide at a local Hebrew School. On Sundays, I teach kindergarten and first graders. Normally, these kids are a manageable handful. Some days are awful, others amazingly easy. I also really like these kids on an individual basis. They are so funny and sweet!
And then there's...let's call him Ben. He is funny and sweet also, but has a tendency to act out in class and does not always do as he is supposed to.
Today, Ben decided he would cease referring to me as "Miss Shirit" or even "Shirit" and began to call me "Hot Chick."
First off, I am trying to be professional. I get paid to make sure the kids learn something and stay out of trouble. That was the first inappropriate thing.
Now, let's remember that the age range is 4 1/2-7 years old.
Ben is 6.
Don't get me wrong, I think it's cute that he has a crush on the teacher or whatever, but seriously??
I guess I'll just have to get a real boyfriend so Ben's twisted little mind will take the hint and lay off.
Any takers? :D

The Dangers of Starbucks

Tiny Tragedy #2: Staying at Starbucks for an extended period of time while in possession of a gift card and then attending a meeting where you can't leave to use the restroom.
So peppermint mochas are back in season, and my mother is out of town. The correlation is that I spend extra time at the Starbucks where I have meetings every week when I don't have the car because my mother and I share it. I was there for an hour and a half, doing homework. I initially got a grande PM, but it didn't last me long enough so I also got some Tazo tea.
I walked into the meeting precisely on time. Not only was I jittery from the extra caffeine rushing through my veins, but I also had to pee. I couldn't miss any part of the hour and a half long meeting, so I was hyperactive and overexcited the entire time. Not even my Calm tea helped. In fact, it made me have to pee even more so. As soon as I got out of that meeting, I hightailed it to the restroom like a pregnant lady!
It's no wonder they call it relieving yourself.

Current thoughts: related rates (in Calculus), the economy (and how rich people always leave out any reason to blame themselves), and Brittany from Glee.

Welcome!

Hello!
My name is Shirit Pankowsky. As a drama princess (haven't quite reached queen status yet) and die-hard John Mayer fan, I hope you all appreciate the title and theme of this blog. In the song "No Such Thing," JM wonders if older people regret their past, things they did or didn't do, their memories clogged with "tiny tragedies."
Life is full of tiny tragedies and wonders, and I am here to blog about them.

Tiny Tragedy #1: Blogger won't let me change my username, so I'm stuck with the same url and username. Also, I should be studying for an AP Psychology test tomorrow, but my dear friend Jarrett Taxman put this brilliant idea into my head to start a blog.

Other ineradicable ideas swimming through my brain at the current moment: I am planning to get my nose pierced (thanks to Catherine), I would like to dye the tips of my hair hot pink, and I am seriously considering studying in the morning.
Sleep wins again! Huzzah!