Stop pulling out your hair!! Please!!! I know it feels good when you pull out the ones that are rooted deep and cause pain but think of the patch you'll get. I know you cant help it, you do it when you're nervous or upset or stressed. Are you always all those things now. Your hair will look a mess, just stop!! Take your hands out of your head
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
My hilarious bajan wknd-well at least 2 me
Sooooo, dis weekend was fun/funny wtf. Saturday night dis dude we met(used as our drop) from a previous party offered 2 take us (Myself and my friend ) to a soca fete, cool. So in the party dude like corbeaux on my ass so i decided to lean against the stage and dance. Get the hint predator like dude? Apparently not.So i had to buff him. On the way home, after 5am, I'm in the back seat n i notice the car takin a detour. Im quiet, my friend goes, ammm where we goin? He says matter of factly :Brandons beach 2 skinny dip' face straight continues driving. I wanna buss out laughin eh. So friend is like umm no pal take us home. Vex no ass he spins the car around speeds, passes my house str8 so im like excuse! He said "I go drop u after" which imo makes no sense. Drops her off n she is like call me when u inside. After i disembark he tells me hold up. Oh can i get your number? Im like i doh have a fone, while fone in hand. He goes im a good guy i go take u out. I yawn like yeh umm i sleepy. Im goin inside. Dude is vex. He is like u see me, now too early n i was lookin 2 have a good time, Im goin to d strip club!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
I fuckin fed up
And you see this! This is why i fuckin hate uwi cavehill. How d fuck do you mess up a student's email and not send any correspondence to them then not follow up and say dog, did you get this? or did you get that? Now i may not even be placed for practicum this year due to uwi fuckery. You send the email january 5th and didnt even wonder why i didnt reply????Thank you uwi cave hill. Fuck u
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Still I rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya angelou
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya angelou
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I want to sleep, but i need to write
I want to sleep but I cant, until i write
Until i get this out of my system
I dunno why its just here, back in my mind
I forgot it in a week, i got over it.
In september, i was naive, the dominican lured me to his room and i said oh i cant stay a while and dont think i doing nething with you. I barely knew him. Im a trusting idiot. I went, and we sat and spoke, then as i said ok u getting too close, and got up to leave he picked me up. Im tiny as hell, but didnt fathom I was that light, and flung me on the bed. Pinned me to the bed and while i kept saying no, he was kissing me and trying to get my shirt open. He called me a tease. I know its my fault, i still have the shirt, and this week while wearing it, i noticed the missing button and wondered if it was from that night. I did fight back, but then i just said what's the point, he's stronger, and I just went where my mind goes for a while. I got up and ran when he eased off a bit. But i was scared. Really scared. Didnt leave my room for a week. He came knocking, almost every night but i was too afraid to answer. Left notes under my door and even once jammed the door with his foot so i couldnt shut it while he threatened to come in. I Wondered why me, why out of all the promiscuous friends that had to happen. It has stopped, apart from his attempt to get a hug upon my return to halls this semester, he has begun to leave me alone. I looked for it,, and i couldn't tell my then boyfriend because I know how men are. My ex was pretty mean and condescending off of just looks. So what would R say about the events with the Dominican. And over the christmas vaca when he called me and called me a bitch and a slut. I knew it, to all men thats what we all are when we arent submitting to them. But could any girl reasonably explain to her boyfriend why she was alone in a guy's room without being accused of being a slut? No so to R I am. To BI was and to S I was a dumb bitch. These words do hurt, and tonight for some reason im crying and thinking and really really hurting. And i wish some day i would develop the ability to share all i feel, not with strangers but those close. Sometimes i wonder if i chose psychology because secretly I am a victim. I think what happened is called sexual assault if i choose to be politically correct. And it feels just as bad as being raped because you begin to question yourself, your behaviour and your worth. And since im venting, i was molested as a child, but to this day im not sure itll count because i was a child and it was my cousin. I didnt say a word to anyone until now
Until i get this out of my system
I dunno why its just here, back in my mind
I forgot it in a week, i got over it.
In september, i was naive, the dominican lured me to his room and i said oh i cant stay a while and dont think i doing nething with you. I barely knew him. Im a trusting idiot. I went, and we sat and spoke, then as i said ok u getting too close, and got up to leave he picked me up. Im tiny as hell, but didnt fathom I was that light, and flung me on the bed. Pinned me to the bed and while i kept saying no, he was kissing me and trying to get my shirt open. He called me a tease. I know its my fault, i still have the shirt, and this week while wearing it, i noticed the missing button and wondered if it was from that night. I did fight back, but then i just said what's the point, he's stronger, and I just went where my mind goes for a while. I got up and ran when he eased off a bit. But i was scared. Really scared. Didnt leave my room for a week. He came knocking, almost every night but i was too afraid to answer. Left notes under my door and even once jammed the door with his foot so i couldnt shut it while he threatened to come in. I Wondered why me, why out of all the promiscuous friends that had to happen. It has stopped, apart from his attempt to get a hug upon my return to halls this semester, he has begun to leave me alone. I looked for it,, and i couldn't tell my then boyfriend because I know how men are. My ex was pretty mean and condescending off of just looks. So what would R say about the events with the Dominican. And over the christmas vaca when he called me and called me a bitch and a slut. I knew it, to all men thats what we all are when we arent submitting to them. But could any girl reasonably explain to her boyfriend why she was alone in a guy's room without being accused of being a slut? No so to R I am. To BI was and to S I was a dumb bitch. These words do hurt, and tonight for some reason im crying and thinking and really really hurting. And i wish some day i would develop the ability to share all i feel, not with strangers but those close. Sometimes i wonder if i chose psychology because secretly I am a victim. I think what happened is called sexual assault if i choose to be politically correct. And it feels just as bad as being raped because you begin to question yourself, your behaviour and your worth. And since im venting, i was molested as a child, but to this day im not sure itll count because i was a child and it was my cousin. I didnt say a word to anyone until now
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
WHAT THE EFF
Ive seen it all, lord alone knows why the fk i wasted my money to pay to beg people to be teachers. Teaching isnt just handing out assisgnments you know. Eff uwi cave hill, st augustine should be handed a frigging medal for professionalism compared to this shithole. Ugh
Saturday, February 5, 2011
And she resumes...biggest bs ive seen all week
Coursework (60% of the course grade)
Students will be expected to prepare a major position paper on a topic relevant to the ethical principles of psychological practice that demonstrates an understanding of the objectives of the course. This paper must demonstrate the student’s ability to analyse relevant social psychology literature, and the student’s ability to make judgements about the relevance of the subject matter to their profession. This written position paper is worth 20% of the course grade. Students will also be expected to make a Seminar Case Study Verbal Presentation (worth 20% of the course grade). In addition, students will be expected to attend and participate actively in all classes (attendance, participation and the professor’s overall evaluation of students’ class involvement which includes timeliness, discipline and maturity) is worth 20% of the course grade).
Final Examination (40% of the course grade).
This is something im watching to see what happens. The course book mandates the allocation as 50:50
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Im going 2 say it
If you're doing a web search on The UwICH Applied Psychology programme and you happen upon my blog because you're interested in it, i suggest you look elsewhere. Its a waste of time, money and you are greeted with mediocre lecturers. Give it 10 years then check again. As for now, it gets a 2.1/10 from me
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