Well, things appear to be, (in the immortal works of Merle Haggard) “rolling down hill like a snowball headed for Hell.”

But I’m up-beat, I’m a strangely optimistic gal.

I’ve been preparing all semester for my comprehensive exam.
“Shannon,” You may have asked in the past three months, “What are you doing tonight?” “Studying.” Said I.
“What are you doing this weekend?”
“Studying.”
“Next weekend?”
“Tomorrow?”
Reading, studying, writing notes . . . seriously I never want another degree. I like to take classes, but it’s lots funner when there is not ultimate goal (other than just learning cool stuff) that must be met.

I passed. I am (as always) ever so slightly above average. 1/12 above normal this time, (in my own estimation.)

The test was on a Saturday, on the following Monday I went to the oral surgeon and had all my wisdom teeth removed. One had grown in completely; it was “surgically extracted.” The other three were impacted, aka bony extraction, difficult extraction and difficult bony extraction.

I went to work the next day.

The transmission on my car went out on highway 183 East bound.

I received company the day after that.

Extreme introverts under high stress should not be allowed to receive company. I was kind of, well let’s just say MOODY.

This past weekend I started learning how to drive a stick shift. That is bad news for a girl with so little coordination as I.

There’s a lot of stalling, and squealing tires and grinding (gears and teeth) a lot of people shaking their fists at me and a lot of me talking to myself with words such as:
“Now, I wonder why that happened.”
“NO!! don’t turn red now!”
“That is IT! I’m running it!”
“Keep going, keep going, don’t stop now!” and
“Well, I don’t think that was right at all.”

I do have a vacation half way planned, so any travelers (or people with extra time on your hands who want to do some research) send suggestions on things to do in Paris, Rome and the Frankfort area.

I have all the reservations and what not, I just don’t know what exactly I want to see.

Anybody want to sponsor an event in the life and times of Shannon (Master of TESOL)?
For $20 I can either a) eat a fancy meal in Paris or b) eat two street vender meals in Rome.
Post card included in the price of the sponsorship.

For $50 I can a) get a pass to see all the museums in Paris or b) wander from Rothenberg to Nuremburg for the day. Post card included in the price of the sponsorship.

For $1,200 I can a) get a new transmission in my car, or b) stay in Europe for another month.
Post card included in the price of the sponsorship.

Just some ideas.

Send me a card to congratulate me on my M.A.
Send me a Christmas card to congratulate me on being a Christian.
Send me cash,
or a check.
:0)

In a matter of days I will be a MASTER!(of TESOL). That's right, a Master! (of TESOL)
I passed my comps and I'm going to Europe!
More on that later.

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