So I drove into Chicago, again with the dulcet tones of Anderson Cooper describe death, destruction and his brother's suicide. The book is sad in a poignant kind of way. Anyway, I left early because to make a 6 PM class on Friday, you guessed it, you have to be in 5 PM downtown Friday night rush hour traffic. So as I am crawling along at 10 MPH, I called Ry who is also taking a Friday evening class. Left him a voice mail and he called me back minutes later, the vibrate in my pocket scared the living crap out of me. I nearly bumped my head on the top of the Jeep. We discuss the insanity of taking a Friday evening class as he is on a train and I am stuck in traffic. I tell him about the thread of sanity I am hanging on to. He asks me what classes I'm taking...I explain the three wonderfully exciting classes I am taking (It is still early in the quarter). To which he busts out laughing and says "You are crazy!" Now I had just told him about my thread, don't call a girl crazy when she only has a thread of sanity. HA!
Friday night class was awesome, I love to negotiate and I had one very cute negotiation partner for the role play. On to Saturday, I spend the day with J who came in just a LITTLE hungover from being at the Sox game the night before. It was a beautiful night not to be in class but to be at the Sox game. Now I will admit, I have a tiny miniscule crush on J. He is a lawyer, getting his MBA. Well spoken, intelligent, quick witted. He has a girlfriend. So it remains a tiny crush. I'm so tired I am writing in fragments! I only point that out because I know that Leeners was thinking it. I digress. Lunch was at Billy Goats. Back to class. After nine hours of classes, I was shot. I think my brain shut down at 35 minutes to 4PM (the end of class). It packed up its books and headed for the Jeep long before my body did.
After class, I met Ry in the lobby for a quick chat. He says you looked wiped out. To which I respond, three classes is a LOT. He asks if I am going to make it through the quarter. I said Sure it is only 10....9 more weeks of my life now.
I am graduating in March. I am graduating in March! 9 weeks, 2 classes in the fall, 2 classes in the winter, and I graduate!!!!! I just have to hang on to that thread a little longer!
The birthday....ehhh. It was. I'm going to stop celebrating them. Instead of being time to celebrate, they have become a reminder of how far behind the plan I am.
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