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... "My Goddess" by The Exiles
So it's the beginning of a new month- the third beginning for this weblog. The appearance, the comments, and now a new month. Wow. It's almost halfway through the school year, almost time for Webster Works Worldwide. Not to mention the fact that It's halfway through the week.
Wednesdays are great for me. I can lounge
on Wednesdays. I have the entire house to myself for at least six hours without worrying about intrusions. I can do homework, watch two DVDs, take an hour long bath (followed by a shower for my hair), read, or do any combination of the above without being interrupted. It's a beautiful thing.
Hmm, while I'm going on about my Wednesdays, maybe then I should say my schedule for the rest of the week, too.
Church in the morning, followed by coffee hour afterwards. Sometimes I'll slip out to read by the memorial on the side of the parsonage, or to clear the weeds and dead leaves off of it. Maybe I'll write more about that some other time. It deserves its own post. If Tom's off, maybe I'll go see a movie with him. Big If. And that's assuming that all of my homework's under control.
Wake up at Sevenish, leave at Eight-thirty for work at nine. I walk from my house to Wolf's Flower Shop
where I drag out the cemetery cones and set about doing whatever they tell me... including- but not limited to- dusting, sweeping, cutting flowers, washing buckets, cleaning the fridge, taking orders, cutting emeril, taping fall leaves, pricing items, etc. Exhausted by five, it's time to sign out and go home. Walk in the door at 5:30, check e-mail, do homework, get something to eat, go to bed.
School! Wake at Fivish, get out of the house by six- or else. Get down to the bus station, grab the Hampton 90 to Hampton and Southwest, get off. Walk to 7-11 for Hot Chocolate (What!? It's cold!) and wait for the Lindenwood 92. Depending on when I catch my buses, I should have anywhere from an hour and a half to about thirty-five minutes to kill. If I'm early enough, I stop at Einstein's Bagels for Breakfast.
~My first class at Webster's at 8:30, Major British Writers II. I like the readings a lot, but some of it is so far removed from today's world you just don't get it properly.
~My second class is Intro to Management. (It's for my buisness minor, OK!) It's my biggest class so far. I don't know if that'll change or not. Forty minute break before my next class, where I can check e-mail or get something to eat. It depends on my priorities.
~My third class is Writing in the Workplace. (Hi, Professor Roorda
!) Obviously, this 'blog is for that course. No? Well, I guess not entirely. But it did give me a good excuse to start one.
~Last class of the day is Philosophy in Politics... I didn't know exactly what to expect from this one. Machiavelli I was expecting. Aristotle? Not really. We're just getting to "The Prince" now.
~Work-study from 3-5, then take the buses back to my territory. Arrive at Hampton/Gravois, then pick up my heels and start walking.
~Arrive at doorstep about seven, collapse on couch for a minute if no-one else is on it. Consider starting homework, etc.
My day. To do whatever the hell I want. Mwahahahaha!
See Monday. Maybe if Tom's off, we'll go out to do something, or if Jessi is throwing a shindig I'll make an appearance for as long as I can afford while still being able to get a decent night's sleep.
See Monday and Friday... only with an hour of cartoons before I leave. (Yes, I watch cartoons.)
And that's my week. Boring, eh? Well, possibly. But the hectic nature keeps me going for the most part. It could very easily get worse. I have a class starting after fall break on Monday/Wednesday/Friday mornings- another Philosophy course. Then I'll just drop work-study on Tues/Thurs, and do it Wednesday. I'm an insult as it is. I might as well just insult them one day a week. Or I may come in after noon or something like that. It hasn't been settled yet.