My week, my day, etc., etc.
Monday: I contacted Dr. Torbert about dropping my History of the English Language class. My very confused and misled advisor told me that it would count toward my ESL certification in place of Linguistics. That should have been a big "DUH" for me (considering she has been WRONG about everything else). Dr. Torbert advised me to drop the class and take Linguistics in the fall. And I did so and will be doing so. Yay for me. I find this to be a very good decision. It was a night class, from 7 until 8:30, which is like "Nikkie's Homework Prime-time" event or something. I can now read for all of my literature classes, without being interrupted on Mondays, and on Wednesdays, I won't work until 3:00 and go to class until almost 9 anymore. *Ahh*
Tuesday: Dr. Browning's mother died so she canceled class all this week's classes. This means, ladies and gentlemen, I get out of class at 12:15. =) I plan a very long nap for Thursday. Job 1:21 has been stuck in my head all week... and it's odd these circumstances. God took Dr. Browning's mother away, and I got the whole week off. It's an ironic little "haha" in the world of Nikkie. Blessed be the name of the Lord!
Today: Rachel, my boss, said she would be here at 8:45, then 9:00, then 9:30, and finally, at 11:45 she showed up. Then, she went to lunch at 12:15. I enjoy my mornings without her here. It's quiet and organized. Emphasis on quiet. Quiet, my friends, is good. I didn't have to hide in the bathroom from her like usual. I hid because I wanted to so do. That's liberating.
Tomorrow Logan and Brandon are supposed to be coming over for tacos and CSI, but they are sick, so I seriously doubt their tummies will be up for Mexican ala Nikkie.
Well, I better be off to earn my $7 an hour now.
Toodle-loo.
.............Nikkie
Tuesday: Dr. Browning's mother died so she canceled class all this week's classes. This means, ladies and gentlemen, I get out of class at 12:15. =) I plan a very long nap for Thursday. Job 1:21 has been stuck in my head all week... and it's odd these circumstances. God took Dr. Browning's mother away, and I got the whole week off. It's an ironic little "haha" in the world of Nikkie. Blessed be the name of the Lord!
Today: Rachel, my boss, said she would be here at 8:45, then 9:00, then 9:30, and finally, at 11:45 she showed up. Then, she went to lunch at 12:15. I enjoy my mornings without her here. It's quiet and organized. Emphasis on quiet. Quiet, my friends, is good. I didn't have to hide in the bathroom from her like usual. I hid because I wanted to so do. That's liberating.
Tomorrow Logan and Brandon are supposed to be coming over for tacos and CSI, but they are sick, so I seriously doubt their tummies will be up for Mexican ala Nikkie.
Well, I better be off to earn my $7 an hour now.
Toodle-loo.
.............Nikkie