Let's begin:
- Went to class at 12pm-2pm
- Got back our first exams
- Went to class at 2pm-4pm
- Handed in Close Reading of Moby Dick paper
- Ran back to apartment to get package slips
- Ran back across the entire campus to get package
- Sat for 10 minutes in the coffeeshop
- Walked home
- Read Shakespeare
- Mass and meal 5:30-6:50
- Storytelling Project at 7-8:30ish
- Home
Okay, so my day doesn't look as frustratingly long and exhausting as it was... but let me tell you the story.. because you are my captive audience.. and by captive.. I mean.. please don't go away.
I tend not to fall asleep until after 2 am, so I slept until roughly 10am (rough... I know). Trust me, there's no complaint there. American Lit was at noon, and it was rather long feeling today. We got back our first exams, but of course had to listen to his recycled speech from every other class he teaches about not yelling at the professor if you don't like your grade... but calmly talk to him, because he doesn't mind taking second looks.. etc. I was okay with my grade. I was bummed that I was only two points from an A... but not upset. He let us out twenty minutes early so that people could ask questions/talk about the exams.
Methods of Lit Study was where my day started to fall apart.
To the left is a small picture from my planner. Ch 51-64 is highlighted in pink as due today... note direct below it, the word you can't see in blue is TUES....
Do you see the mistake I made?
What if I tell you that Ch 51-64 and 55-63 are from the same novel for the same class?
Do you see that the 64 should have been a 54?
Can you understand the frustration? I read 13 chapters of Moby Dick last night in preparation for a class, and when I went to highlight it on the planner (because I get excited about highlighting things on my lists.. feeling accomplished) I noticed that Tuesday's reading only went to 63.
Then I realized my mistake. And I was upset, because I stayed up rather late last night mostly because I needed to finish the reading. I had thought I remembered being confused when Prof. Zuck said to follow the syllabus for the reading, but that it was a rather light reading load because of the big paper we were turning in... and thinking... 13 chapters is not short!!
No, no its not. But 3 chapters is nice and short. GAH. Bright side: I don't have to read Moby Dick over the weekend....
She also let us out a little early, because three chapters isn't a ton to talk about for two hours... granted we were close... But, I ran home (about a 10 minute walk from the part of campus I was on) to pick up my package slips for my books that were supposed to get here today.
What a pleasant surprise! Cody, my God Mother's son (God Brother?) works in the mail room on campus and was the person who filled out my slip, so he left me a nice little note!!
Package pickup is about 15-20 minute walk, on the furthest end of campus.. and is incredibly out of the way for the apartments. So, I rushed there, and stopped briefly with Sarah in the coffee shop. We went home, and had about 20 minutes before we had to leave for mass and meal. After meal, I went straight to the library for my Storytelling Project.
Today, I learned how my partner got his traumatic brain injury and was moved to tears. I was reminded how lucky I am and how quickly our lives can be completely changed. It was fitting, hearing his story right after mass, because Father's homily was all about how life can change in an instant, and how we need to decide if we are firmly rooted in our trust in Christ.
It's an interesting question... if you were suddenly removed from everything familiar, if you lost everything... would you be able to say that you trust in Christ? That it's okay, because you love Him, and you know He'll bring good out of the bad?
Anyways, I got home around 8:40 or so.. and now I can start my homework.
After such a long day... all I've got left is "Like ... Woah."
--H.Eilene
*Today was the first day without a Holy Father (the pope)... God Bless him, and the Church as we wait for the next pope to be elected.
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