It rained all day. Big, fat, cold drops--"sideways" big, fat, cold drops. Typical Seattle. I looked like I'd just moved here, carrying my umbrella around while the locals walked around in flip-flops and hoodies, drenched to their lips.
School is hard to get around, and parking is horrible. By the time I got to class, I was huffing and puffing--uphill, downhill, down this alley, up that alley. So many trees, so many squirrels. So many people who don't understand basic hygiene.
Take a bath! Cover your mouth when you cough. Didn't your momma teach you better?
I sat in front of a woman, you know the kind of woman--who kept saying, "excuse me, teacher???" And behind a woman who'd start conversations, cut off halfway through and turn to talk to someone else only to zone out.
I know it's all up in my head, but--English is bothering me. It hasn't really started yet, and I know I'm supposed to devote x-amount of time a week, but...I've got so many hot-buttons. Peer review. Peer group. Discussion boards. Discussion groups. Helping to edit and revise "other" people's work?
It bothers me I'm having the same knee-jerk reaction I had when I was nineteen. I've put so much time into this program, I'm not willing to give up. I need chocolate and caffeine.