You'd Think You'd Learn

9 years of gradeschool.

4 years of high school.

5 years of undergrad.

Almost TWO semesters of grad school.


And you'd THINK, wouldn't you, that someone after all that time being in a classroom would LEARN to DO THEIR HOMEWORK BEFORE IT COMES DUE???

Cue today. Me, in the library, frantically trying to finish TWO assignments for the same class that I had ALLLLLLLL last week to work on. And the weekend.

But NOPE. I sloggled around and played Oblivion and goofed off and muddled about until there I am, with 30 minutes to go till class, dealing with a temperamental computer deciding that now was a good time to turn on nice and slow and make the graduate student explode (yes, the computer was OFF when I got there. There goes my blood pressure up and up and up...)

Of course that would happen. Murphy really hates me when I have homework due in ten minutes.

Oh, I got them done, not as well as I wanted to but they're done. I'm in class now and have work later and have to be up early for work tomorrow.

Mom's planning on coming down in May. I may actually make use of my crockpot!

Cataloging. Someone should have warned me about this one. This is going to be one of those classes like English Theory (and if you've been reading for the last three years you KNOW what Theory was like) where I have to take it but wish I didn't have to and won't remember anything but the pain in my soul when I took it and don't really understand it and probably will never use it for anything but it's a required class? One of THOSE classes. We're learning about MARC!

Gotta pay attention!

Ta,
Bec