Ughhhh

Mondays and Wednesdays this semester are going to kick my ass. Like the old saying goes, "nice guys (and gals) finish last." Being the nice person that I am who can't say no, I agreed to trade a class with another colleague. The class I traded for didn't make. Figures! Because of this, the class I ended up with meets from 7:30 to 8:45 p.m. So, I come in for my 12:30 class, have office hours between it and my 3:30 class then have a 2 1/2 hour break until the 7:30 class. Ughhhhh. If I go home, I'll change into my jammies and not want to return to school. If I go anywhere away from campus, I'm likely to forget I have this evening class and not return for it. That would put me on the fast track to forced retirement. Somebody please help me learn how to say that teeny-tiny word NO!

I'm trying to see the positive of this situation, like being able to get papers read while here rather than having to take them home. Right now, I have the first journal entries from today's comp class sitting on my desk. I could be reading them and getting them out of the way, so I don't have to do them over the long, upcoming weekend. I actually still have an hour and a half before class. It's possible unlikely they'll get read.

Another way I could spend my time is writing. I have a 2 1/2 hour block of time twice a week. What more could I ask for? Ummmm, to go home, to put on my jammies, to sit back with a bottle of beer, and to just veggggggggg.

Being as this is only the second day of this sucky schedule, I am willing to keep an open mind. Once everything settles into place, Mondays and Wednesdays might actually be my "like" days. After all, I was able to swim this morning before coming to campus. I've been eager to swim since getting the membership at the new rec center, and this morning's swim went great. Though I haven't been in the water since April of last year, I could tell all the running and cycling definitely improved my endurance. I didn't struggle with fatigue like I did last year at this time, when I first started swimming to get ready for the sprint tri. After swimming, Hubby and I went to breakfast. From there I came to campus and have been here since. So good hours actually do happen on Mondays and Wednesdays.

Plenty of time still remains before class this evening. Read journals or write? Read journals or write?

Comments

Natalia said…
Read blogs, write bloggie entries, and maybe bash out a book or two at the same time!

It will settle down and hopefully you will start enjoying it......
January 12, 2011 at 7:15 PM
JK said…
I did read a couple of blogs, I wrote the blog post, and I even worked on a piece I've got in process right now, so I managed to fill the time. I agree with you--eventually things will settle in and I'll be happy that I have that time.
January 13, 2011 at 8:12 AM
Staci said…
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Thanks

Staci
January 14, 2011 at 8:08 AM
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