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Constance - Make tea, not war: dear diary

It's strange that I have nothing to write about: university is almost over, and I don't want to talk about it, really. The end of the spring semester always seems so hard...

I've come across a website that sells nice scenic greeting cards. The pricing seems reasonable, and I like both the color and black and white ones. Most are apparently 6 by 4 inches? It's hard to tell from the images, but that's the size listed on the website.

I like getting greeting cards like that; something tangible in my hands... Rather than these vGifts, which are nice too, in that sort of whimsical way. But I really enjoy the landscapes too. On the other hand, I guess I do not often look through the greeting cards I've received, whereas I look at my profile from time to time.


I love getting MAIL. My problem with getting CARDS is I always feel horrible throwing them away because they're so pretty, so I don't, and then I get a giant stack of clutter I can't do anything about... heh.


I think my grandmother used to have a special box, wherein she'd collect all of the cards she ever received (well, maybe not *ever*, but a good amount). I used to take it down from the wardrobe-type-of-furniture and browse through them on occasion. I think maybe I should start doing that. I mean, find a box where I could put them. That way, it's not clutter! It's all organized ;)


university is almost over, and I don't want to talk about it, really. The end of the spring semester always seems so hard...

Yeah. That's how I feel too. My parents and my grandma, etc, always want to talk about it... they never went to college, so they don't know how it is, but I just can't bring myself to talk about it. Part of that is I don't want to disappoint them, but most is that I just can't stomach it anymore.

Those greeting cards were awful pretty. I never thought about cards vs vGifts... I love having something to actually feel and know that the person that sent it to me felt it too, but I've gotten so many cards over the years that I have them all corraled in a place in my room, and I don't really look at them, whereas I look at the various pieces of my LiveJournal presence constantly.


Well, my mom is going to this university also (because she wants a better paying job), and she wants to discuss it all the time. It's very stressful for her, especially the exams, and I think it's harder on her, because of language.

She studied English in school, but everything that you don't use is lost, so she just took up learning English in 1997 or 1998. And then she met this American man online, so she could correspond and chat with him, to practice her English. (Then obviously they fell in love and got married and stuff :))

So it's really not a very solid knowledge -- she particularly struggles with technical language, which is used quite a lot in the academic situation. She hated the last book she had to study from. She couldn't understand the question on her last exam that was saying something about "two runs" of a particular thing. She didn't understand that it merely meant that this thing occurred twice.

And every time after a particularly stressful exam she wants to discuss all the details, what she thinks went wrong, etc. That is not to say that she isn't doing good, because she is! She just underestimates herself.


Aw. You know, I guess I take it for granted... I live in America, i've always lived here, and this is my first language, so I guess I never gave any thought to how hard it might be if I were coming here from another country and this were not my first language. I can see where that would be awful tough, especially where technical language is concerned. Hopefully she'll get to a place where she'll have no reason to underestimate herself no longer :)

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