I'm going to really come to hate the Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday triad this semester.

Tuesday: I am in class from 8 until 5, with a single break between 9:30 and 11. My lunch will be eaten during the mandatory weekly Meeting To Discuss Program Review. (perhaps I will gain a few pity-points for that, I don't know). I am on my feet for six hours.

Wednesday: Only two classes, but with the exhaustion carryover from Tuesday, I don't get much done. Wednesday evening is my being a youth leader (hah) at church. (Last night: during a round of the Bible Knowledge Game, so many of the youngsters elected to either chase each other around the room or throw ping-pong balls at each other, that they created enough noise that the woman who was the grandmother of most of the children had to come up and yell at them. This was after both the other youth leader and I had pleaded multiple times for them to come back, quiet down, and if they weren't going to sit, at least hover in the area where we were playing the game. Sigh. I don't know how to establish respect and obedience. I don't feel I can scream at them, my getting angry and saying "that's it, I'm leaving" and walking out would probably only be a topic for mirth, and I don't give out any priveliges that I can take away. I guess because I don't have anything to use as a "stick", the "carrot" doesn't work either).

Thursday: Two 75 minute classes (whoever dreamed up 75 minute classes that are supposed to be lecture deserves a special circle of Hell. My attention span for a single topic is not that long. I make it through by blowing lots of things up (in Gen. Bio) or by giving them a break midway through and telling all the strange soil-related stories I can remember (in Soils)). Then, it's soils lab. Then, tonight, because the first week of the month is always a week of horror, AAUW.

Next week will not be much better. I fear there will be minimal knitting content for a while.

I joined all these groups when I first moved down here, out of fear that I would be lonely and hermitish in my house. Later, I took on all sorts of extra responsibilities seeing as the congregation I belonged to split and it lost a lot of people. Now, I'm regretting both, although I regret not being less of a joiner more.