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So Reno 911 was a lot of fun yesterday. Mostly because we were in and out in two hours, which was fabulous because we get paid for eight hours. Which means I basically made a hundred dollars an hour yesterday. Too bad I can't do that more often. I didn't look as sharp as I wanted to though. I knew the rifles we actually used would be heavier than the ones we practiced with, that wasn't a problem, but they stocks where very polished wood, a bit thicker than what we'd practiced with, and we were wearing white gloves so it always felt like the rifle was going to slip out of my hands.

Unfortunately I'm not doing so great in my first graduate class. Part of the problem is that I don't care about the class at all. I didn't really want to go for a Masters in Network Administration, I just want to learn enough to get my cisco certification, but the only way I could get financial aid was to enter the Master's program. So my first class is a technical writing class, and I am so bored. Also the assignments are always phrased, "Take an example from your work and. . . " except I dont' work in IT right now (and I never have), so I have no examples, and have to do more work to research stuff so I make up a pretend work environment. And for tomorrow I have to write an outline for my final paper. I hate outlines. I understand why they are useful for a lot of people, but I just don't think that way. All right, I'm done bitching now.