Morning... Woke and can barley walk after the brutal punishment I put myself through running yesterday. I had to do something. I was in a funk. Well, depression, really. That's my forte. I was miserable and making J CRAZY<~~~ I wish I could underline and make this word a blazing red. Enough on this now, I wanna touch on school a bit. Isn't that the name of my 'book'? ;-)
I have to get up super early on school days (I usually do everyday, anyway), but on school days I have shit to do, lunch to pack, bag to pack chock full of books that weigh more than I do. It's only been 3 weeks and I'm so proud of the little zippers that hold my bag together.
This is my first semester back in 5 years. This is my third and final try at college. I say final, because I won't be leaving this place without a damn degree. I'm determined this time, also I'm sober. That helps tremendously. Also, the fact that I'm paying outta pocket. That makes a difference. I see these snot nosed, zit faced kids pay for their lunches while I'm eating tuna (and I mean the most generic of generic brand) sandwiches, again. And water. From the fucking fountain. While these lil bastards are paying for their lunches with their financial aid $$, then chuck half of it in the waste can. As I said, bastards. So, I'm a lil bitter towards the lil ones. Not there fault. They don't know how dumb they are yet.
I go to school two days a week at the local community college. I'm studying to be an RN like my mother. I've always loved medicine (in so many ways than in practice), so I knew I would do something that would put me somewhere out in this field. Only I had no idea I would wait until I'm 38 before I started again. Well, sometimes life throws you speedballs and, you can't let those go to waste now can you? Just for the record, my act has been cleaned up since Nov 2009...with a few slip ups and a stint in NJ rehab in the meantime. Today I'm doing very well. We'll talk about that later.
I really enjoy my classes, probably because I'm only taking two. It's all we could afford. The books cost more than the tuition. I take a computer class with a super teacher named Mr. Samualson. A great big burly grandpa of a man. Very patient and he's a really nice. It's a two hour class in the morning. Then, I have a three hour break in which I roam the halls, climb up and down the stairs in the 4 & 5 story buildings, eat (sometimes), sit on benches outside and people watch, and mostly chill in the library. I've been actively looking for a discreet place to nap. Haven't found one yet. Then after I'm good and bored outta my skull, I have ENG 111 for an hour with Mrs. M. I really like her. I think we might be close to the same age. Her class is fairly easy. Except sometimes I get frustrated with the technicalities of the writing process. And that throws up a block, which causes me dismay in class. But, learn I must and learn I will.
Today's going to be a not do a whole lot (or even a little) kinda day. I'm gonna sew the rest of the mop hats for the Les Miz production. I'm involved in our local community theater. Enough on that later. Also today I will read. Grisham. I love Grisham. And maybe I'll even empty the dishwasher and dryer. Ugh.
Enjoy your day, I will.
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