Tuesday, September 23, 2008

[Senility Comes Young These Days]

Picture this:

It's library day. My class is supposed to meet me at 12:30 in the library lobby for their assignment (a library scavenger hunt). The first class arrived right on time, but this class is another story. I have mentioned it in class and on the syllabus. At 12:15, one student arrives early, signs the attendance sheet, accepts her mission and embarks. Five minutes later, another cheery early bird does the same. The seconds tick by. 12:30 arrives and passes. 12:31... 12:32... 12:33, I see two students walk in the door without seeing me and set off to find the library lobby. I nod knowingly, waiting for the truth to dawn. 12:34... 12:35... 6... 7... 12:38, five more students walk in as the other two realize where the lobby is. 12:39... 40... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8: the rest of the class walks in, having sat in the classroom for 15 minutes, wondering why the other group suddenly got up and left.

Yeah... it's that kind of semester.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

[I'm So Dizzy, My Head is Spinnin'/Like a Whirlpool, It Never Ends]

Ah, I was doing so well.  The migraines I'd had this month had been pretty minor and less frequent.  Then, well, a certain time of month has begun to rear its ugly head, and my head's been spinning ever since.  Meh.  That, coupled with hayfever (however minor it may be this time), is not helping my enthusiasm or concentration.  Mrrrr.  But I shouldn't complain.  Really.  It could be worse, and it has been.  I'm just grouchy--blame it on hormones.

On a more positive note, the weather, by my standards, has been ideal.  Nary a day above 82 degrees!  The door has been open pretty much non-stop all week.  Lovely, lovely, lovely.

Finances are kicking my rear, though.  Come the end of this month when I pay rent, I'll be down to the last $50 in my account, and I hate cutting it that close.  I've just always been the sort to want to have a buffer in my account--I know all too well how often the unexpected occurs at the least opportune moment.  Thank heavens for understanding parents!  Still, I keep feeling guilty about it, even though I know there's nothing else to be done. 

Eight more months... eight more months.