There’s not much to say. I’ve been buried in school work. My last 5-week class had a huge amount of reading and writing every week. This class promised to be less. Except I went away for four glorious days without the kids. I figured I would enjoy myself more if I didn’t have to worry about work that needs to be done and finding the time to do it and borrowing someone else computer and pray that the internet connection would hold up. So I pushed myself and got it all done early. Then I saw last weeks pile of work. The two largest chapters in the book, a 90 page booklet, a 30 minute web video, 2 papers, and of course the online discussion, which started Thursday, meaning all the reading was “suppose to be” done by then.
My father gave a rousing speech about how ridiculous it was to have assignments due on Thanksgiving weekend. It was beautiful. It was one of those moments where a huge American flag drops down behind them and “America the Beautiful” starts playing in the background. I wanted to give him a standing ovation. Instead I said, “That’s all well and good, Dad, but their excuse is that I could have done the work early if I didn’t want to do it over the weekend. This is the price I pay for an accelerated program.” God, I tried explaining to him about holiday day pay and temporary or part-time retail workers, and he just couldn’t wrap his head around the idea people have to put up with a lot of sh*t to get a job. Ah, city employees, sometimes their jobs are pretty sweet.
My mom maintains that the reason I’m doing so well in school is because I’m older and taking it more seriously. Mom, you have me confused with my brother. You know your child that took 8 years to get his bachelors. I’m the one who made Dean’s List all semesters but one, who graduated with almost a full year’s worth of credits over what I needed, who was invited to be on the English Honor Society, Sigma Tau Delta. (To be young and an STD) No, I’m doing well because I didn’t bite off more than I could chew in classes. (I totally bit off more than I can chew in life, but you know, that’s life.)
This week I have ONE chapter to read and ONE paper and just ONE discussion question. I’m thrilled by all that free time. I can blog! I can read blogs! (Seriously, people are going to think I don’t like them any more.) I can email my friends! (See, last aside.) I can call and text my friends! (Um, again, the aside before the aside.) I can study history! I can start on next week’s project! I can start on Christmas gifts! I can shop online! I can do chores!
I’m obviously getting a little overexcited about the “free” time and the exclamation points. But those are a nickle a dozen. In reality, I’ll catch up with what needs to be done and not feel like something is breathing down my neck. If I was smart, I would be home finishing this up and starting the phone calls that HAVE TO BE DONE, and that I think I’m avoiding. Instead, I’m at my parents’ house because Tornado A was so damn cute asking to be with my mom and my mom invited me to lunch, which didn’t happen, but hell, at least I can blog.