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Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in
Chris Finch-Fletchley's InsaneJournal:
| Thursday, May 17th, 2012 | |
| 8:39 pm | Fed 6 little baby bunnies today, helped set a broken wing on an owlet that fell out of a tree, and released a starling back into the wild. Good day ( Private: Otto ) ( Private: Close friends adn family, minus Otto ) |
| Saturday, March 24th, 2012 | |
| 9:22 pm | [Written sometime Saturday morning] Jail sucks. If I had been the one who busted out the window, don't you think I would have stood back far enough that I wouldn't end up getting hit with my own blasting hex? Apparently the hitwizards thought I had somehow managed to get cut with glass and crack two ribs while breaking into a shop. I'm really not that stupid. Also, WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT BEING DEAF? It doesn't make any sense. The In other news, Rhys--we never had time to get around to giving each other prison tattoos. Obviously, we need to get arrested again so we can fix this. Cellm8s 4 lyfe. |
| Thursday, March 8th, 2012 | |
| 1:07 pm | I don't even know why I'm bothering to go to class. Clearly, my Magizoology Research Methods course is just a supreme waste of time in light of recent developments. Everyone else has their internship placements now, and they're understandably excited about Brazil and Australia. Meanwhile, one of my professors seems to feel bad for me and is offering me the opportunity to assist him with research for his book this summer. Not in the field, in the library. I appreciate the offer, but if my future in this field is going to be limited to musty stacks of books and constant note-taking, then I need to find something else to do with my life. This still sucks. ( Private: Drew ) |
| Tuesday, March 6th, 2012 | |
| 5:59 pm | Well, I didn't get it. And by it, I mean either internship. In fact, I've been pretty much banned--well, no, not pretty much banned, COMPLETELY banned--from ANY internship that doesn't involve a SAFE and CONTROLLED location where I can be adequately PROTECTED and SUPERVISED like I'm some kind of clumsy toddler. Without a REAL internship, I'll never get a job in the field I've wanted to go into since I was FIVE YEARS OLD. I AM DEAF. THAT DOES NOT MEAN I AM INCAPABLE OF TAKING CARE OF MYSELF. I DO NOT NEED A BABYSITTER AND I AM NOT A LIABILITY. I AM A GROWN WOMAN, AND I DESERVE AT LEAST THE CHANCE TO PROVE MYSLEF. But no. Instead, I just get a letter from the university attorney letting me know that all my dreams are pretty much out the window because they can't be bothered to take a freaking risk. I have been deaf pretty much since I can remember, and this is the FIRST TIME I have EVER really felt like it's a disability. It's always been an obstacle, yeah, but never a roadblock. This just sucks. But maybe I was just naive to think I ever had a chance in the first place. ( Private: Drew ) |
| 12:05 am | (backdated: Monday, March 5) I'm excited and nervous but mostly excited. Tomorrow, we Magizoology folks find out about our internship placement. I'm really hoping for the one in Brazil. I've always wanted to see the rainforest, and it's absolutely packed with magical creatures--some of which have probably never even been discovered. STILL, even if I don't get that one, the other one is in Australia, and how cool is Australia? With MUGGLE creatures like kangaroos and the duck billed platypus, I can only imagine the variety of magical creatures we could find. Keep your fingers crossed for me! ( Private: Jules ) |
| Sunday, February 19th, 2012 | |
| 8:34 pm | I have only been 19 years old for a few short hours, but I feel like it's already a more productive year than last. I've opened presents, had lunch with friends, finished up and submitted my applications for summer internships, opened more presents, and now... I don't know what I'm going to do next. Dinner? Drinks? Movie night? All of the above? I'm open to suggestions! |
| Monday, February 13th, 2012 | |
| 10:07 pm | Tomorrow night, while the rest of the world is being all lovey dovey, I'm going to settle in with... potions theory homework. Romantic, right? |
| 8:37 pm | ( Private: Dean ) |
| Friday, February 10th, 2012 | |
| 11:13 pm | ( Private: Jules ) |
| Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 | |
| 10:44 pm | So, apparently there are a lot of people in my classes this semester who don't know me. It seems like last semester I was in classes with people I knew from Hogwarts, but there are a lot of unfamiliar faces around in my arithmancy, charms, and magical creatures classes this term, so I thought I'd offer a bit of a greeting over the journal. Hello, fellow student-type people! I'm Chris. I'm the blondish person who sits in the front row. You might have noticed my friend, Lisa, sitting at the front of the classroom kind of off to the side of the professor. She's a sign language interpreter--I need one of those because I pretty much can't hear anything, which kind of makes it hard to take notes and pass exams. So, don't be scared of the weird lady waving her hands around at the front of the room--that's her job. She's like my translator. If she wasn't there, I'd have to ask you guys if I could copy your notes every day, which would be a pain in the arse for everyone. But, ANYWAY, I'm also not a total snob. I promise. I just… don't really talk very much around people I don't know. It's not that I'm shy--really, I swear I'm not, just ask anyone who knows me--I just feel a little strange walking up to someone and being like "HI, MY NAME IS CHRIS, AND I CAN'T HEAR YOU, BUT I CAN READ YOUR LIPS AND STUFF, SO WE CAN STILL TALK!" For the record, I wrote that in all capital letters for a reason. One of the side effects of the whole not hearing thing is not really knowing what my volume level is. If I'm yelling at you on accident, it's not because I'm mad. It's because I think I'm talking like a normal person. Just tell me to dial it down, and I promise I'll try. On the other hand, if I talk too quietly for you to understand, just interject and say "dude, you really need to speak up." Other than volume control problems, I can pretty much have normal conversations with you, as long as you face me when you speak. I have these nifty hearing aids that let me pick up some of your vowel sounds (even though I still can't hear anything very loudly), and I watch your mouth to find out which consonants you're using. No, this isn't a perfect system. Sometimes I mis-"hear" you because a lot of words "look" the same when you say them. Like… the words "bye" and "pie?" They all look EXACTLY ALIKE. So if you ever ask me to go get some pie with you (I love pie, by the way) and I say "okay, bye!" don't get offended, and don't let me walk away from pie! I usually have a notepad with me for exactly this type of situations (because I take pie very seriously, and I am terrified that I might someday miss out on a chance to eat some), and if you write the word down, I will totally go get pie with you. I have totally rambled enough now. And I want pie. |
| Wednesday, February 1st, 2012 | |
| 11:36 pm | ( Application ) |