only 3 weeks left.

this semester is almost over (pain, pain, pain), and i'm already thinking about the next one.

i found out last week when my class that i'll be teaching (!) is: 9:00 a.m. MTThF.

this semester, my earliest class is at 3:40. i've gotten into the habit of sleeping in (just until 8, usually. come on!) and hanging out in my pjs all morning, then going to exercise around noon, and then finally getting ready and going to campus for my evening classes. i'm sitting right now on my bed, in my pajamas, working on a paper. it's been actually really nice.

so when i heard i have to teach a 9:oo a.m. class four days a week, i was not happy. i even threw a temper tantrum. including throwing some (unbreakable) things on the ground. and punching the keyboard of my computer (whoops).

then i went and took a bath and tried to come up with some positive things about having to leave the house at 8am every day:

1. getting up early will be good for me.

2. i'll have a lot of time on campus to make myself be extra productive.

3. i can have office hours in between my classes so that i don't have to come early to another class to wait futilely for students to come meet with me.

4. we can leave early on thursday to go to camille's wedding in august and i only have to miss the second day of class instead of the first.

i've got such a good attitude. i'm trying really hard to grow up.