To nap, or not to nap...
The only redeeming quality about my history class is that occasionally the book is interesting. I mean, I managed to read it for three hours last night between midnight and 3am and hardly fell asleep at all. Too bad I did very badly the fast write on it in class today. I feel very... out of place in that class. It's all history majors, or history ed majors, who draw insightful (at least, I guess they're insightful) conclusions slightly connected to our reading assignments and share them liberally throughout every single class. I sit and listen and do sodoku as a preventative measure against falling asleep. That hour passes very slowly on the days I forget to get a Daily Universe...
Latin dance was fun today though. We have a mock competition for rumba on Thursday, so we practiced for it today. I'll probably do not spectacular on Thursday, since my partner was gone today (the nerve - if you're going to take a dance class, you'd better be there every stinking time it meets!), but my instructor pointed me out as one of the better examples of someone who was doing the routine well, which was a nice little self-esteem boost.
And now for a juicy little nugget of neuroscience-y information... a night of sleep deprivation can temporarily alleviate depression. Of course, then you crash and burn again, but whatever.
I have recently rediscovered peanut butter and jelly sandwiches; today I branched out and tried peanut butter and honey. So delicious. I forgot how delicious they were. Ergo, now I am eating lunch again every day instead of getting by on snacks until I could go home and eat real food. This is a good thing. Plus, if I time it right, I can make my entire lunch in the time it takes my bagel to toast. And then I can make a mad dash for the bus stop, arrive there just as it pulls up, and eat my delicious toasted-bagel-and-cream-cheese-sandwich as I ride to school. This is infinitely preferable to trying to eat as I climb the evil stairs of death. And yes, I know it's only a two-block walk to campus. But I have a bus pass, and when my first class is in the Wilk, I'm going to use it.
Latin dance was fun today though. We have a mock competition for rumba on Thursday, so we practiced for it today. I'll probably do not spectacular on Thursday, since my partner was gone today (the nerve - if you're going to take a dance class, you'd better be there every stinking time it meets!), but my instructor pointed me out as one of the better examples of someone who was doing the routine well, which was a nice little self-esteem boost.
And now for a juicy little nugget of neuroscience-y information... a night of sleep deprivation can temporarily alleviate depression. Of course, then you crash and burn again, but whatever.
I have recently rediscovered peanut butter and jelly sandwiches; today I branched out and tried peanut butter and honey. So delicious. I forgot how delicious they were. Ergo, now I am eating lunch again every day instead of getting by on snacks until I could go home and eat real food. This is a good thing. Plus, if I time it right, I can make my entire lunch in the time it takes my bagel to toast. And then I can make a mad dash for the bus stop, arrive there just as it pulls up, and eat my delicious toasted-bagel-and-cream-cheese-sandwich as I ride to school. This is infinitely preferable to trying to eat as I climb the evil stairs of death. And yes, I know it's only a two-block walk to campus. But I have a bus pass, and when my first class is in the Wilk, I'm going to use it.