Classes don’t *suck,* but they’ve certainly lost their gilded-lily edges. Which isn’t to say I don’t still love them. We drew circuit representations of Boolean operations today and I felt like a kid cut loose in a toy store. To say nothing of the fact that all three chem labs I’ve done so far have had an experimental percent error of less than +/- 5% (today’s was +/- 1%).
All the same. Ballet is kicking my ass (and I am LOVING it), and tap is frustrating as all hell because I have to choose between being in time with the rest of the class, or being in time with the music (and I always want the latter, but grudgingly go with the former). And physics is just another condescending reminder that math *is* a language, and like any foreign language, if you don’t use it consistently, you forget it. It’s been 4 years since I took Calc II, 6 years since I was in Calc I, and 7 years since I was in trig. Anti-derivatives and ArcSins? What? Judas Priest, do I have to do some serious review, and stat.
Rehearsals are rehearsals, and I have work super early tomorrow morning. I’m tired all the time, mostly because I don’t feel like I can look forward to the weekends right now– because there’s so much I can’t get done during the week that I feel obligated to do them on the weekends, but really, all I want to do over the weekend is NOTHING.
The Super Bowl is this weekend and I don’t really care as much as I used to. Last year’s was fun, mostly because there was an adorable little puppy at the party and I spent the halftime show squishing mud between my toes on Pacific Beach, but as of yet, I have no plans for Game Day and I’m quite fine with that.
I really don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I have so fricking much homework to do, and I’m not even half-done with my physics lab assignments.