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A Productive Day
So, it's 8am and I've already accomplished quite a bit, and I'm pretty proud of myself.
I got up at 6 to go work out in the fitness center, but then found out it didn't open until 6:30 so I walked around for 15 minutes, then went and stair-stepped for 20, lifted some weights.
I came back and took a shower, went to sign up for classes (today is the first day you can do that) and found out that they switched the time on one of the classes I was going to take, so I am taking a 4000 (read: hard) class in it's place . . . I also have THREE evening classes (Ad. Poetry Writing on Tuesday and Thursday from 6-7:15 and then this Peer Tutoring class either on Monday or Wednesday (we have to get together and decide). So that kinda sucks because I won't be able to do the phone-a-thon job since it's a night job. So I'll have to find something else for next semester. On an up note, I'll be done by noon until the evening classes, so I'm sure I'll be able to fit in some work-study hours in between there. After I finish that peer tutoring class, I'll be able to work in the writing center for 7.90 an hour, and that'll be awesome.
Hmm, what else did I do, oh, so I fixed my schedule, and now I'm all enrolled and such, then I grabbed my huge anthology of British Literature and went down to breakfast with the intent of finishing some Tennyson. (That rhymes kinda cool).
So, there were some people at breakfast, so I talked instead, didn't finish the poem, but I did start it, and now I'm back here typing this.
All in all, it's been a productive two hours.
Now I'm going to get ready to go to psych. I would go sleep for half an hour, but I'm pumped from the exercising, so I'll play word games instead.
Later!
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