2004-01-17 - 4:03 p.m.

Terrible.. simply terrible. I generally like all the grad students in speech patholgy - all except two. I think I wrote about a fire breathing witch in a previous entry, and she is one of them. The other one is this very controlling, uptight person who I worked with one semester in a group and she wanted everything done her way. She wanted to check over other peoples work before turning it in, and wanted to oversee everything. She picked the topics, the times we met, our 'due dates', everything. Me and my other group member hated her! She is one of those people that never smiles and probably burns in her sleep. Anyway, this week was the first week of school, and I went to my dysphagia class. I sat where I normally sit which happened to be next to the two firebreathing witches. The professor then talked about a group project we were going to do, and she started to assign groups. I could feel the horror that was about to happen so I tried to jump out of the way of the train that was barreling down the tracks in front of me. But it was too late. My prof did the unthinkable. She grouped me with them. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. I couldn't believe it was happening. But it did. They didn't even want to share the papers with me. They are awful people. I am now debating if I should try to switch groups, but I don't want to give them the satisfaction! I don't want them to think that I am afraid of them. UGH! What should I do???

Other than that, I had a pretty busy week. I started clinic also at Kaala elementary school in Wahiawa. My supervisor is nice, but she has a lot of kids on her caseload, so she is really busy. That and her room is a tiny little closet right next to the bathroom! Oh well, I hope it all goes well. I go there two days a week and then I got to Leilehua High school once a week. I'm really excited about that because I've never worked with teenagers before, and it will also give me some adult hours.

Last night I played poker with some friends and lost only 80 cents. Not bad!

I can't stand the thought of working on my research project. It makes me want to curl up into a little ball and cry. I was suppose to start doing that now, but I decided to let you in on the horrors of my past week. Ok, enough stalling.. back to the grind.