Oh Lordy
Construction on the new apartments makes my bed vibrate. My breasts are sore so I was tossing and turning all night because I couldn't get comfortable on either side or my stomach and only weirdos are comfortable sleeping on their backs. I got up at 3, did nothing for about a 1/2 hour, then went back to sleep. Between 3-8, I had a dream about someone and they were being an asshole, so I woke up mad at them. I'm still mad. I hate when this happens.
Today I have class from 9:30-2 and then 4-7. I have to mail something before class, so I'll probably leave around 9. After 2, I have to go to the bank and withdraw money for the weekend before it closes because I had to get my ATM card replaced and the new one hasn't arrived yet. I work too much...I'm writing and looking suspiciously at my contractions and I have to tell myself repeatedly that it's ok to say "I'll" and not "I will." Basically none of my regular students have known anything about writing a college level essay. They are all conversational and informal. It drives me nuts. The only one that does seem capable is a sophomore who somehow got herself into ENG099. She has a final draft due on the 18th and her paper is basically flawless right now. So for the next 2 appts. we're basically going to sit there and stare at each other uncomfortably for 50minutes.
I'm really excited about getting away this weekend with Kris. Bring my favorite CDs and we'll jam to old music we used to listen to in high school and talk about stupid girl stuff like weddings, infatuations, and future plans. I like to think about the progression of our conversation topics over the years. High school was boyfriends-in-passing and crushes (I hate that word). Last year it was live-in-boyfriend grievances since we both had one. And now this year it'll be about my girls' wedding ups and downs and my life as a single woman. Oh how the time has passed. Yesterday we were going to prom sophomore year with Brendan and Sean. My hair was awful, we both were about 40lbs overweight, and Kris broke 2 nails in the limo on the way there. Now she's picking out photographers for her wedding day and I'm trying on bridesmaid dresses and writing my Maid of Honor speech. Oh Lordy. I feel old.
Today I have class from 9:30-2 and then 4-7. I have to mail something before class, so I'll probably leave around 9. After 2, I have to go to the bank and withdraw money for the weekend before it closes because I had to get my ATM card replaced and the new one hasn't arrived yet. I work too much...I'm writing and looking suspiciously at my contractions and I have to tell myself repeatedly that it's ok to say "I'll" and not "I will." Basically none of my regular students have known anything about writing a college level essay. They are all conversational and informal. It drives me nuts. The only one that does seem capable is a sophomore who somehow got herself into ENG099. She has a final draft due on the 18th and her paper is basically flawless right now. So for the next 2 appts. we're basically going to sit there and stare at each other uncomfortably for 50minutes.
I'm really excited about getting away this weekend with Kris. Bring my favorite CDs and we'll jam to old music we used to listen to in high school and talk about stupid girl stuff like weddings, infatuations, and future plans. I like to think about the progression of our conversation topics over the years. High school was boyfriends-in-passing and crushes (I hate that word). Last year it was live-in-boyfriend grievances since we both had one. And now this year it'll be about my girls' wedding ups and downs and my life as a single woman. Oh how the time has passed. Yesterday we were going to prom sophomore year with Brendan and Sean. My hair was awful, we both were about 40lbs overweight, and Kris broke 2 nails in the limo on the way there. Now she's picking out photographers for her wedding day and I'm trying on bridesmaid dresses and writing my Maid of Honor speech. Oh Lordy. I feel old.