2nd week of school.

Its the start of the second week of school. I have to admit that for a Monday it hasn't been so bad. I'm just on a break between classes, one more class and I am done with school for a day. However, I won't be done with schoolwork any time soon. I plan to go sit in those clostrophobic little rooms in the library so that I can concentrate.

Ugh. Last week was really hard for the first week of classes. I have so many "active" classes, you know, the ones that require way too much energy from you. My MADM210 class feels like a 400 level class, the professor has us packed down with work. Absolutely no room to breathe. Small (and I mean small) overview of the course:

A) Interview of business professional, then writing a paper about it.
B) Creating a career portfolio--resume, recommendation, and participation in a mock-interview.
C) Self-assessment memo- self-evaluation, give the reader a complete picture of your contribution to class discussions..etc.. (Talk about bragging rights).
D) Individual presentation to the class. (I'm having a panic attack already), and aparently we'll do case presentations throughout the semester.
E) Business research Term Project-- 6 page single spaced paper, with a minimum of 12 sources. Then an oral presentation.

Now this list does not include the quizes we will have often, nor the moodle assignments we have due every Friday. I know everything in that class is to help us in the business world, and don't get me wrong, I appreciate it 200%, but I feel this should be a 2-part course, maybe a 210 and 220! I'm getting a headache just thinking about everything I have to do for just ONE of my classes. I guess this is growing up.

I think I am in desperate need for some prayer :-)

Get Outta My Head!

I don't know why.... but I have that freaky phrase from The Silence of the Lambs stuck in my head. "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again".

Close Call.

When someone converts to Islam, they are allowed to keep their name as long as it is not offensive to the oneness of God (the basic belief of Muslims). I was born Muslim, so I didn't think I would ever have that problem. While I was researching the meaning of my name for the diagnostic essay for English, I came across a website that said Nivine meant "the saint worshiper".

I looked for two days for another website and in baby name books for a different meaning to my name. I found nothing. I was sad, and I was stressed. If I could not find another definition, I mean a real interpretation, I would have to change my name. I was almost in tears. I couldn't, and still can not, imagine being Nivine one day and then being Samantha, Renee, or Ruth the next. It would be as though I have lost a sense of my existence, and not to mention all the paperwork I would have to fill out to change my name.

I gave up hope, then I started to look at various websites to find another "stand-out" name, one I wouldn't have to change later. My sister, Fatima, found an Arabic baby name website for me. I scrolled down to the "N" section; I figured I might as well find another name that starts with an "N".

I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT! THERE IT WAS! As I read: " Nivine-- originated from the word Nivea, meaning snow-while like the moon", I felt this overwhelming joy. It had to have been the happiest day of my life! I never realized how attached I am to my name, until I lived through this experience. This is proof that we do take the small thing in our life for granted.