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May. 30th, 2002 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elvendollhaving to go back into the office is definately a downside of having a very nice, chill lunch *sighs*
and its nice out, too...
but, i wanted to write about yesterday, not whine, right?
yesterday i was a very tired yulia.
getting to my class gave me a bit of a rush, but it faded soon after the class started.
my distinct expectation was doing the name thing - sitting in a circle and saying the name of everyone in the room. i had forgotten about both the butterfly and the 'anecdote of a jar' poems. the butterfly poem is cool - the professor gets up on his desk & recites it. the anecdote of the jar is a different story - i totally understand how it lets him say what he wants to say to the class. but i don't like the poem. and sitting through the shpiel for the third time got old, fast.
also, the class left me with some hesitation. instead of 25-30 of us, there's just 12. and i think only a couple of other people speak english fully fleuntly.
yeah, thats what i get for taking a 200 level class that could fulfill a requirement.
i'm hoping it will go well though.
after class i hurried home, ate two burritos while chatting and/or watching tv, gave an exasperated look to the pile of dishes and napped. napped much longer then i expected to, which in turn made us late for the slam. which might have been a good thing, because it sucked pretty hard. or - to better phrase it - it wasn't painful, it was just very painfully sub-par. and ended early. which, again, was probably not such a bad thing. we just came back home, drank (a little) more and eventually headed to bed.
i think it was around 3:30 before i got shuteye. i think if i hadn't napped yesterday i would've snapped by now. i don't know why my body is having such a hard time adjusting to a very-little-sleep schedule, but it is : /
yeah.
and yes, i wanted to write in more detail & better tone, but between no-more-nice-lunch feelings & food coma, i'm barely here. so yeah.
and its nice out, too...
but, i wanted to write about yesterday, not whine, right?
yesterday i was a very tired yulia.
getting to my class gave me a bit of a rush, but it faded soon after the class started.
my distinct expectation was doing the name thing - sitting in a circle and saying the name of everyone in the room. i had forgotten about both the butterfly and the 'anecdote of a jar' poems. the butterfly poem is cool - the professor gets up on his desk & recites it. the anecdote of the jar is a different story - i totally understand how it lets him say what he wants to say to the class. but i don't like the poem. and sitting through the shpiel for the third time got old, fast.
also, the class left me with some hesitation. instead of 25-30 of us, there's just 12. and i think only a couple of other people speak english fully fleuntly.
yeah, thats what i get for taking a 200 level class that could fulfill a requirement.
i'm hoping it will go well though.
after class i hurried home, ate two burritos while chatting and/or watching tv, gave an exasperated look to the pile of dishes and napped. napped much longer then i expected to, which in turn made us late for the slam. which might have been a good thing, because it sucked pretty hard. or - to better phrase it - it wasn't painful, it was just very painfully sub-par. and ended early. which, again, was probably not such a bad thing. we just came back home, drank (a little) more and eventually headed to bed.
i think it was around 3:30 before i got shuteye. i think if i hadn't napped yesterday i would've snapped by now. i don't know why my body is having such a hard time adjusting to a very-little-sleep schedule, but it is : /
yeah.
and yes, i wanted to write in more detail & better tone, but between no-more-nice-lunch feelings & food coma, i'm barely here. so yeah.
