University without internet access is extremely difficult, or at the very least, entirely unmotivating.
Quite a different day.
I thought Swinburne (my charming university) had totally destroyed it before it began. This morning bought an email letting me know – two days before the official term goes back – that one of my classes had been moved and that the one I originally chose simply now no longer exists.
My timetable up until now has and always has been very carefully orchestrated to maximise work time, homework time, spare time and to minimise days spent traveling. That is, I try and squash my full time load into two days preferably, this time I had it down quite satisfactorily to three.
As things are, my beautifully structured Thursday now has a gaping 3hr gap in the middle (of me stuck at uni) and my Monday has a 1hr lecture scar in my mid afternoon. I was ropeable and so close to writing a cranky email back asking them to pay me for the extra half day’s work that I lose. Class options for the change became: Monday or Monday. Thank you for the endless choice.
In honor of Analise (Boy I hope you see this): Monday Monday Monday, I say damn your mood swings.
This now (best case scenario) means that I go to work on Monday and leave at midday’ish to make my lecture. Go to work Tuesday. Do an online class on Wednesday mornings, now cue ‘homework afternoon’. Go to uni on Thursdays have a 1hr lecture have a three hour gap have a three hour tute. Go to uni on Fridays freaking early and have solid classes for 4 or so hours then I am free for the weekend.
As I don’t live exactly close to uni this is less than desirable. I often wonder if my attitude (which sucks by the way) would change if I lived across the road. Probably not.
Dear Rebecca, in truth you have a sweetly small full-time study load.
Anyway, my day turned happy by me going off and doing something quite different by hanging out with my sister-in-law Anita and her two bridesmaids-to-be for dress shopping. No I am not going to be a bridesmaid and it was still a fairly painful memory to re-engage in, because it was pretty painfully similar to my unsuccessful hunt, but I had a lot of fun. I got along well with Julie and Tash and it was great to finally spend some proper time with Anita.