* Just in case you wondered... (no pity party necessary.) *

My Tues-Day

7:15am
Woken by the coffee pot brewing and the cleaning man swearing at our overflowing garbage room.

8:30am through 9:45am
(y=3x + 2; if x=2, y=?) Woken (again) by my Calculus professor proving that while half-asleep, before the coffee begins working, I can not know the answer to the basic fifth grade math she is teaching us.

10:00am through 11:15am
Doodling through my Ethics professor discussion of Plato's hidden meaning in his phrase "awaken to the cock crowing," and astonishing lecture on how God was a voyeur who became tired of the Adam and Eve pornography so chose for no reason at all to make a tree that he decided, for shits and giggles, to make forbidden. What was astonishing is that he actually seemed to have comtemplated the truth in his porno ideas.

12:00pm
Food. Which is, as usual, overcooked pasta in a bland tomato sauce with garlic breadsticks.

12:30pm
Begin the trek to my Psychology class. I started counting the stairs I have to climb but got bored past fifty.

1:00pm through 2:15pm
Sit through an hour and fifteen minutes too much of my Psych professor telling us stories about how her daughter's kids enjoy throwing towels and shoes down the laundry chute.

2:30pm through 4:15pm
Dissected most of the upper body veins and arteries in our kitty, and had to place a sheet of paper over it's head because I was so close I could kiss it. Gross.

4:30pm through 5:30pm
Laundry, and a very long shower because of the feline stench.

6:00pm
A quick re-heated dinner that was thrown out because of the similarities to... certain lab projects.

6:15pm through 9:15pm
Allowing my ten students to take control. Giving up when the ADHD throws his paper valentine with a "How I love God" drawing across the room pretending it was an airplane.

9:40pm through 10:40pm
Shopping at Meyer's (food store,) for cheese and crackers for Spanish class. My crazy Spanish teacher assigned us random food to bring in for our Chapter Six lesson on restaurants... luckally I wasn't stuck with pollo, (chicken,) since she thought it was normal to buy chicken fingers from Burger King for a whole class to eat on Food Day.

Also run into a cook from work, Tex. I was just telling (Chris)Topher about him, how Tex often crossed the line... sexual harrassment would have been a realistic charge. Tex wanted to know when I was returning to work. All of a sudden, returning to work isn't so exciting.

10:50pm
Home. Should do homework. Eating food that is making me not feel so good. Wondering when I should go to bed. Knowing I can sleep for a few hours tommorow before I go play with dead kitties again.

The End.