With luck, by the end of this week, I will know exactly what's expected from me for each class. Also, with luck, all my books would have arrived by Friday. A little bit of a strain on luck, perhaps, but there's been worse.
And then I can also stop getting up way too early for every thing and show up only 10 minutes ahead of time instead of, say, 20 minutes ahead of time because I'll know exactly where the places are and what the road conditions and how long it'll take me to get to a class at 8 in the morning as opposed to, say, 3pm in the afternoon.
And THEN the quarter will have officially started, and the proper inaugurations, in the form of the first round of midterms, will occur.
Storytelling is very awesome, just a general note to self. Some of the people are VERY good at public performances while I'll be trying to get over my fear of public speaking, still. For my first fairytale I'll be doing the Golden Bird (yes, the thing from writers' circle, a year ago, because I already sort of know the story and therefore would have less to memorize) and so I'll be ...practicing telling the stories to people for the next few days, I imagine.
This should be interesting.
First:
-plant of mine to survive (because I'm sure it is going to keep on living now) about 6 hours in the car, two transplants, and two changes of environment (African Marigold, Tagetes erecta). I'm noting it because it symbolizes my promotion to the next level of gardening skills. Right.
-guy to salute me. Who is from my bio class, has blue hair (copper-sulfate-hue), and lives on my floor and somehow the three are not mutually exclusive.
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