Remember The Plug

Today, I got up early, mopped my floors with ammonia, and left for church, leaving my kitchen sliding door open. The smell was mostly gone when I got back, but I decided to head for the dollar store to buy toilet paper anyway, to give it a few more minutes to not reek.

Also, I did dishes, in a major way that left not a dirty dish in the apartment. I've read for classes, but haven't done a few things I really need to do, like examine my schedule for the week, buy books, and mail my bills. That will be tons of fun! But it's stuff I do Monday, when I'm there and when they are too.

Monday I observe my first class, as well. I planned it to be the very first day of classes, because people act differently on the first Monday than they do on that first Tuesday. I want to know from a graduate's point of view exactly what the freshmen are like that first day. So Monday it is. Then on Friday I know I have to go in some time and talk with the instructor about next Monday. I think all this communication will be great for experience. All my previous observations have been on the "what's your name ... go sit back there and be quiet" side of the spectrum. This sounds like we'll be going over her lesson plans together so we know what happens according to plan and when something is going very very wrong. It'll be neat. I look forward to it.

Let's see. Dreams. I had a few strange ones, but it's a bit hard to recall them all right now. The ones I can remember included something about a pregnant man pooping out his baby, and a drug-dealing prostitute who offered to do my homework. I have no idea where the first was from, but the second was most definitely "Killer Queen" in dream format. Serves me right, although I didn't find it disturbing. I also dreamed of screaming gummy bears and bombs. That's from the orientation. No kidding. We talked about a chemistry class where a prof made the tasty little guys shriek by pouring some substance or other on them. And about a guy who promised his students that if they were good for the semester, he'd make them a bomb before Christmas Break. He did, and there was a mistake. It was a much larger explosion than he had anticipated, and he lost his eyebrows. Note to self: remember that you're bad at chemistry, and should never offer to make your students a bomb. I mean, if he got it wrong, there's no chance for you.

My answering machine actually works now. I was told earlier that someone was trying to call me all of yesterday, and that they couldn't get a hold of me. My outlets here suck. They are all upside down, for one thing, and they are loose, for another. I don't mean they're boinking all the cords I stick in there, although Doc would have something else to say about that... But my point is that I have to make sure the phone is really plugged in and not just hanging there faking it.

As I look back on that para, I realize how bad it could sound... And I didn't do that on purpose. *wink*

Well, I'm finished drawing pictures for you guys, so I'll post this and start working on the stuff that needs to be done asapab (As Soon As Possible After Blogging).

Take care.

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