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Outtake#1: Schedules
Sep. 12th, 2011 08:44 amA cup of cold coffee in one hand and a planner in the other--this is how I start my Monday morning. Without a solid plan for the week, I just might go insane. (Although admittedly, I started my Monday morning reading from one of my textbooks, spewing a string of curses under my breath as I struggle to cover said textbook, and finally penning the title with a calligraphy pen so as to prolong the inevitable reading that I must continue to do. But all of this does not count as I am sure further Monday mornings will not follow such a ritual. Except perhaps the bit about reading.)
I do not like my erratic schedule. As a recent high school graduate (though, I suppose, graduation does not occur until the 23rd), I am used to a compact schedule where most of my morning and a bit of my afternoon is spent at school. I can wake up at 6:30 A.M. reassured that this is how every day would be like. Alas, that reassurance is now gone, replaced with a messy schedule that must have been planned by a drunken monkey that simply pointed at random blocks of the day and proclaimed that I must take my classes during those periods of time. Oh how I hate thee, silly monkey.
And now, my 15 minutes is up, as my schedule proclaims (although it felt more like 30), and I must go back to my readings.
Until then, I will yearn for the freedom to write ramblings such as this while studying for my class.
I do not like my erratic schedule. As a recent high school graduate (though, I suppose, graduation does not occur until the 23rd), I am used to a compact schedule where most of my morning and a bit of my afternoon is spent at school. I can wake up at 6:30 A.M. reassured that this is how every day would be like. Alas, that reassurance is now gone, replaced with a messy schedule that must have been planned by a drunken monkey that simply pointed at random blocks of the day and proclaimed that I must take my classes during those periods of time. Oh how I hate thee, silly monkey.
And now, my 15 minutes is up, as my schedule proclaims (although it felt more like 30), and I must go back to my readings.
Until then, I will yearn for the freedom to write ramblings such as this while studying for my class.
