Okay okay… so maybe I’ve been neglecting my blog. But it’s not like my life is that interesting. I mean take a look at my schedule:
7:00 AM: Alarm goes off
7:30 AM: Actually get out of bed
7:50 AM: Pull into parking lot while badly reciting a rosary (Hail Mary full of something… blessed art thou something something and blessed is the fruit of errr… yeah) just to get a parking place
8:00 AM: Sit in my office and wait for students to come by
8-8:50 AM: Curse my students who make me sit in my office all morning with nothing to do. Print out attendance sheets cross checking with previous sheets in order to calculate number of absences for each student (No I’m not kidding). Stare at wall.
9:00 AM: Teach English 102-10. They don’t talk. Ever.
9:45 AM: Let them out early because they won’t talk. Ever.
9:45-10:30 AM: More office wall staring.
10:30 AM: Walk to gym. Hope not to run into former or current students on the overpass and be forced to admit I don’t remember their names. Hope to not run into anyone attractive while I’m looking cold and fugly.
10:45 AM: Arrive at gym. It’s a long walk.
11 AM: Decide which part of my body I want to hurt and do appropriate exercise for it.
12 PM: Take a freezing cold shower, dry hair, get dressed, blah blah blah.
12:30 PM: Walk back to campus (My hair takes a while to dry)
12:45 PM: Arrive back in my office, grab books, forget half of my books, scour desk for attendance sheet, and vow to clean desk later.
1:00 PM: Teach Engl 102-59. They talk a little more. But not by much.
1:52 PM: Let them out late because I’m a bitch like that and the clock is behind me so I don’t know when to shut up.
2 PM: Go home deal with needy/clingy cat. Do nothing because I am lazy and tired
2 PM-3 PM: Office hours. More wall staring.
3 PM - 5: 15: Poetry workshop with Rodney Jones. Great class. Discuss aspects of poetry.
5:30-7ish: More poetry workshop at coffee shop down the street. Actually workshop poems. Over caffeine. Mmm… diet coke. Good stuff.
7ish PM: Arrive home. Deal with needy/clingy cat. Do nothing because I am lazy and tired.
2 PM - 4 PM: Independent literary publishing class thingamajiggy. Doesn’t meet every week.
4 PM: Go home. Deal with needy/clingy cat. Do nothing because I am lazy and tired.
And that is my life. Exciting huh? Don’t you wish you could trade places with me? Yeah I thought so.
So that’s why I don’t update. Leave me alone already.