Cops!

I am excited about National Geographic airing Navajo Cops. It shows every Monday evening. I don't know if this illegal or not, I found a link that shows the last episode. I watched it... and felt a little weird. It's like Cops on the Rez... Navajo Cops. Huh.

Here's the link, watch and enjoy. http://www.nowvideo.eu/video/0jo7f6n54lxni

Just close the small box and push play on screen behind it.

Warning! Has a scary skinwalker!

Another tutoring session

My glorious pi-day (3.14) was spent in class, the library, home for lunch, tutoring center, the park, gym, and Chili's. Half of the activities on my list, I spent with my beautiful sister Tiff. We spent the evening laughing about the gnats that were stuck on her face after we got done running. Honestly, there were at least seven stuck in her face-sweat AFTER she wiped some off. She looked pretty goofy. But she was still pretty. I wish I could rock gnats.

Before Tiff and I went jogging, I spent some time in the Tutoring Center. I walked in, asked the main tutoring-guy, Alan, if I could work with the plastic models for Anatomy. He directed me to a secret room filled with intense students who were seated by microscopes and miniature muscle/organ models. Alan asked two Latino boys if I could join them since I needed the same model to study from. They were very enthusiastic and exclaimed "Sure!" We didn't exchange names, all I remember are the color of their shirts - red and pink. They turned to me and the boy-in-the-pink asked "Is your lab tomorrow?"

I responded "No, it's on Friday. I did pretty bad on my last practical. I gotta do better this time."

Him: "Who's your instructor?"

Me: "Christina."

Him: "Oh really?! She's very cool. I like her. She's a good instructor."

Me: "Yeah. She's pretty tough. Well, I guess this whole course is tough."

Him: "Yeah it is. What's your grade in this class?"

Feeling pretty good about myself, I responded "I have a B."

Both of the boys looked at each other and then back to me and said "Oh." Like I just told them I had a C or something. Kind of hurt my pride.

So I said: "What's your grade?"

Boy-in-the-red responded: "My brother (points at brother) has the highest grade in our class."

Boy-in-the-pink became embarrassed and modestly said: "Well, probably not anymore. He (points at his brother) probably has the highest grade now."

B.i.t.r.: "He has a 104%."

Me: "What?! Serious?! Wow!"

B.i.t.p, still modest, responded: "Well, I have a 98% now. I didn't turn in my study guide last week."
Me: "And it brought your grade down by 2%?"

B.i.t.p.: *Silent

B.i.t.r.: "Well. 104 to 98... more like 6%."

B.i.t.p.: "Oh yeah haha."

Me: *Silent. "I'm going to concentrate more on the skeleton. Ummm, I'll just use this model over here to study from..."

Both: "Haha okay cool."

Another reminder as to why I need to go the tutoring center. So I can be surrounded by smart people.

What to do... Part I.

Sometimes, sometimes, people ask what my family and I do when we visit my Gramma. And since they sometimes ask, I will share with some photos.

You can run on beautiful trails, just behind your Masani's (Grandma's) house!

You can have a good view of the Monsoon Season. AND indulge in the soothing, refreshing, and delicious scent of damp earth, sage, and pine. A scent that only the rain can create successfully and naturally.

You can have "jumping-off-trucks" contests with your little bro. (And with other limber relatives, if they are present).

You can use your Masani for a pillow while you watch t.v. (Although you cannot exceed a certain weight limit for this).

You can volunteer to hand out goody-bags to drivers at DWI checkpoints.

...You can teach kids to climb rocks.

And you can help your niece make party-hats. Then give one to your Masani, who puts it on and wears it while she naps.

That's it for Part I.

P.S. Shi'masani aka My Gramma is awesome. We showed her the pictures we took of her and she laughed.

Procrastinating Homeowork.

Yeah I meant to add the extra "o" in homework. Where did I get the inspiration from? Why, from my homework of course. We covered homeostasis a few weeks ago in my A&P class. I then went to the tutoring center to fully understand and grasp this wonderful topic. There were many tables set up in the T.C. Each one had a specific label: English, Math, Chemistry, etc. The labels looked like the flags you raise/lower at Ponchos in Mesa, AZ. Except... you didn't get tasty Mexican-American comida :(

I sat at the "Biology" table, pulled out my books and notes, then patiently waited for a tutor. A tall cowboy with a trucker's hat and Justin steel-toe boots sat down next to me. Justin Steeltoe asked what I needed help with. I told him "I don't fully understand homo-stasis."

He said, "Well, what don't you understand?"

Me: "The negative and positive feedback."

Justin: "Oh (proceeds to tell me about negative feedback)."

Me: "Oh! I wish my instructor would explain homo-stasis in a simple way like this."

Justin: "Hmmm... first of all it's homeo-stasis. Not homo-stasis. Home-ee-yo. Like... sup homie yo."

Me: "Haha! Well, if I knew how to say it right, I probably wouldn't be in the tutoring center."

Justin: "Haha! Right?"

He's a cool guy.

Anyways. After explaining my title for this post, I will get to the point... I'm procrastinating homework. Wanna know how? I think these pictures explain:

Haha!