of the total insanity that is monday
today is monday and the day is half over.
this semester mondays are definitely my most trying day. i wake my poor self up around nine o’ clock and loaf around my room, occasionally spotting something on the floor or coming out of a dresser drawer that i might consider. i meditate in between wardrobe selections and also play with one or both of my pets. after i finally walk out of my front door for the third time (the first two don’t count since i have to go back anyway for my cellphone, keys, shoe, etc) at ten ’til ten, i speed over to campus, hoping that no law enforcement agents will finally decide that today will be the day i get punished for the calculated recklessness that is my driving.
i get to campus pretty quickly and, after circling the lot two, three, twelve, eighteen, thirty-three (?!) times, i get an okay parking spot and end up walking into my office about ten minutes late. if it wasn’t for my incredible efficiency as a student administrative assistant, i would be unemployed. as of eight months ago. after a mix of good work, facebooking, and other miscellaneous non-productive activities for two hours, i go on a lunch break. since i live so close to campus, i’m always more than tempted to go home for lunch. today, for example, i did give in to my homebody ways and had lunch at home. most of the time, though, i just stick around on campus.
after lunch, i work for another ninety minutes (how do i manage working so hard?? i ask myself daily…) and head over to my first class of the week: history of the english language. before you interject about how interesting that sounds, spare me. while the professor is great, the class itself is a total drag. the textbook is incredibly dense, making it mandatory that one read a 40-page chapter at least three times before anything truly begins to sink in.
after HEL (as us really cool english majors refer to this course), i have YAL (another nifty acronym): young adult literature. this class is really neat, mainly because the professor has given us the opportunity to choose whatever we want to read. so far, i have had to turn in assignments on Animorphs (amazing, i know), Pride & Prejudice, and, for our end of the year presentation, my literary circle will be making an elaborate project devoted entirely to neil gaiman’s The Graveyard Book. it is exciting!
after YAL comes the big’un: 17th century literature. at the beginning of the semester (all five weeks ago…), i had a time conflict and i wasn’t able to register for the undergraduate class. fortunately, the professor was going to offer a graduate course and follow the same syllable. i spoke to the professor, and he allowed me to register for the grad course. this is an awesome class. when people think of the 17th century english literature (because i know people often ponder this), i know their minds quickly focus on ol’ bill shakespeare. however, the 1600s were rife with other amazing authors and this class is devoted to knocking that old hack off the pedestal he’s been standing on for the past three hundred years. that class is two and a half hours long since we only meet once a week, so i end up getting home at nine o’ clock.
i’m usually pretty beat, so i just have a light dinner, do some homework, and go to bed. it’s a crazy day, but i love it!