Dead Week
My last class of the semester was this past Monday, and my finals will be Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of next week. That would make this week my first wee taste of the glorious freedom of summer—before it’s snatched away by summer school, that is.
It’s not been a bad week so far, though it has flown by. I’ve had exactly one thing to do every single day except Wednesday, usually teaching in the evenings in random far-off suburbs. It’s mildly annoying to have to plan my relaxing around evening appointments, but I’ve managed somehow. At least it gets me showered and dressed and out into the sunlight every day, which can’t be a bad thing.
Tuesday night, for the first time in my life, I got flowers (three red roses) from someone besides my parents, which was lovely. They’re purty. I almost couldn’t find a place in my cluttered apartment dignified enough for them AND out of Sam’s reach.
I got to spend all of Wednesday with John—mostly we were outside, getting sunburned*. In the morning we played a friendly game of tennis. I won’t say who won 6-0, 6-0, but I’d actually played before, so it wasn’t quite fair. Honestly, I give it about three months before he’s beating me—the boy’s a quick study**.
John suggested that since he played tennis with me, I ought to go jogging with him. HA. HAHAHA. Oh man, that’s rich. Some people are joggers, I feel, and some people are not. I fall into the latter category. I do not jog. I admire people who can run longer than thirty seconds at a stretch and who seem to enjoy doing such things, but for me, running is a miserable, miserable experience.
Fine, so I’ve gotten a wee bit out of shape since starting college. I’ve managed to lose the fifteen pounds I gained sophomore year, but I’ve definitely led a sedentary lifestyle, and my cardiovascular fitness has wandered off to seek friendlier climes***.
What else was I going to say? Oh yes, new topic. Or rather, back to old topic, before my focus drifted. Good news (of sorts)! My Modern Physics class, in which I’ve slacked off and not learned much of anything, ended Monday with the professor showing us the grade distribution.
I’ve only turned in four of the ten homeworks and have scored about half of the possible points on the three in-class exams. I was prepared to dash off as many of the other six problem sets as I could this week and then cram for the final—instead I was surprised to learn that if I *don’t* do any of the homework or take the final, I’ll get an A in the course. As poorly as I’ve done, apparently most of the class has done worse.
I think I’ve learned an important lesson here: Slacking Pays.
Joking. JOKING. I do not deserve this A, but I will not complain about it. I will take the A. Other people get undeserved A’s all the time, don’t they? Somehow this justifies mine. I think.
I will go to bed now, yes I will. I’m behind on sleep after last night’s thunderstorms. Tomorrow my single fifteen-minute commitment is at 2:30—that sure breaks up the day, don’t it? Ooooh, I don’t like going to bed after midnight—a downside of blogging. Boo.
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* I wore sunscreen, really I did! It works better, though, when you have noticeable amounts of melanin in your skin to begin with.
** Really I figure this arrangement is a win-win for me. As long as I can still beat him, I’m a good tennis player. Once he starts pummeling me, THEN that means I’m a good teacher. Either way, I now have a tennis buddy to play with, something I’ve been missing since high school. Yes!
*** This makes no sense. I’m leaving it in anyway.