2nd Day Catharsis?

Today was supposed to start at a nice leisurely pace. A morning of morning things including cinnamon rolls. It was going to be a splendid luxury thing indeed before the hustle bustle of school. Plans worked well, I was up at 6:30 preheating the oven. Snooze. 7 brought the buns in the oven. Snooze. Take out and glaze buns. Drool slightly. Seriously, those things are freaking sinful when they are all hot and gooey. Breakfast porn and whatnot. So then there was the wake up officially at 7:30 and get dressed, munch the buns and head off to the school type area.

This is about where I actually reawaken at 7:50 and panic. I'm running around the apartment throwing clothes on and grabbing everything I need for the first class. Out the door in five minutes and down the street to school in another flourish. Running through the campus and skidding into class just in time to not be late. Exhale.

So, there are cinnamon sticky buns waiting for me patiently on the boy's counter in his kitchen. Along with all my dreams of happy lazy morning before class.

Other than that, the first few classes went off without a hitch. Philosophy was interesting, even if it had ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with the assigned reading and more with the teacher wandering around sort of lecturing at us about whatever struck his fancy at the moment.

English was the worst. He went over the syllabus. Again. It was painful. Then there was the detailed droning description of just what a PARAGRAPH was. Dear god, I thought my eyes would bleed. Seriously. This is college. Please do not treat us like idiots. I really dislike this man and it's taking a force of will previously undefined to not use the in class papers to lambaste his ambivalent teaching style of apathy. Note to self: Insulting in a sarc 3 fashion is not a way to ingratiate yourself to the faculty.

Western Civ ruled. Again. In a way that I look forward to learning more about it every time I'm in the room and am interested in the way my philosophy class and western civ class are going to sort of coincide. I like that at least in Civ I get a more comprehensive picture of what was going on in the world and WHY these particular schools of thought were cropping up in the different areas of the Western world. I don't know how he did it, but he made me sit up and take notice in a history class that I would have been sleeping through at any other time. I'm going to try and take more and more classes with this professor.

Also, going to get started on Journal assignment 2 for Philosophy and start looking into possible research projects for the Western Civ class. English is going to be kind of my slacker class, so I guess I should start working on the journal assignments which add up to be an annotated bibliography of 9 different journal readings. There are also a couple of papers but only one is over 500 words. I'm a little taken aback by the word counts for that class. It seems like something I could do in my sleep.

Took my break in between classes and had lunch with the irrepressible Kate Monster. We chattered about work and she let me bitch for awhile about the different things that were bothering me about school and work. There was gossiping and the largest dude ever. No, seriously, he had to duck to walk in the automatic doors. HUGE, I SAY.

Then we went and smoked with the chain smoking neuro science professor and he attempted again to corral me into the sublimely complicated world of working in the human brain. It actually is tempting, but I have no idea if I'd even like that stuff. His second option for me to pursue was astro physicist. I about snorted iced coffee out my nose. I think the scariest part was he was utterly serious.

Had to take off around then to speak with someone about a Math lab. My options were, stay later and take a different math class or drop Civ. So, I am now staying later on Tuesdays (about 5.30) and thur I get out around 4.30. Longer break in the middle of the day, but I figure I can parlay that into working in the ARC (academic resource center) on my homework. Or the library... well, and then most likely hitting the library at least on Tuesdays until close. (This is either going to make the boy hate me or make him happy that he's got a heck of a lot more time with me really nearby.)

Overall, second day of class in over a decade and everything seems to be falling into place. I hope that I can keep up with the work and the school and not drop any of the important things I'm attempting to juggle.

wow. I feel vaguely like I just vomited all over the keyboard. Ah, cathartic.