Back in Session

School's back in session. You should know what that means. More of my personal experiences rather than life lessons. It's all good though. Whatever the case- I'm back on campus... back to doing my "me" thing. You know, the mature, responsible, adult "gig"- only to be reminded that I'm still new to this job. I will only offer two examples demonstrating how much of a novice I am at this "being a grown up" thing.

Example 1: School started today (on a Tuesday). I woke up (running late, might I add: the blog I did about waking up and staying up... let's just say those words were disregarded), threw on some clothes, and barely made it to class on time. I had planned to wake up an hour and 40min. before the actual class time to fit in breakfast. That didn't happen. Then, being in such a rush, I sit down in the class and realize I'm in the wrong place. HOWEVER, I was was almost positive that it was the correct room and the correct time. Yet, I still sat in class the entire period, signed the roster, and actively participated. Can anyone say foolish pride? I already bursted my way through the door late and disruptive, I didn't want to randomly leave. So I sat there. Upon looking over my schedule and running late for (what I thought) was my next class, I realized I was following the schedule for Monday instead of Tuesday. Aren't I a genius? Prior to this realization, I had even emailed the teachers from the classes I was supposed to be in, told them I believed I was at the right class but clearly wasn't, and wanted to be informed if there was a room change. Of course, all the teachers emailed me back saying that I was at the right class, but at the wrong time. My only request was that this circumstance be no reflection to them of my intelligence. Classic.

Example 2: The person who invented the bed skirt had no life. I was trying to put on a new bed set and went back and forth with the frickin' bed skirt for 15minutes too long before figuring out that I was supposed to put it under the mattress. My mom would have been much appreciated at this time. I never knew she went through so much to make our beds. The pictures below are are just proof of the foolishness. Observe my slow and painful progress- progress none the less.

Finally moving the mattress.

Bed skirt and mattress down.

Putting on the bed sheets.

VOILA!

Contentment is Key,

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