Remember how I wrote that I loved Christmas Break? I really remember loving Christmas Break.

This was my day. Class, nine till noon. Work, one till three thirty. Class, six thirty till nine thirty.

This is what I felt like, minus a few hours during the afternoon, all day:

Frazzled*

I don’t have any particular reason to be frazzled. I mean, its only school and I’m used to school. And its only work, and I’m used to work. But there’s something going on…this total aversion to actually paying attention in my courses. My prof this morning, in rare books (I’d like to say he has a penchant for drinking, but I am not sure that is slander or libel or whatever or not, so I’m not going to), lectured for almost two hours on our reading list. Which is exactly as it sounds. A list of books. Now, I can read. I can read this list. Or, more likely, I can bury this list somewhere with all my other papers because there is no way I am even doing the required reading let alone the reading that is not required.
My second class was worse. First, the prof lied to us. He told us we’d be there for two hours. We weren’t. We were there for three hours. On the first class. And we talk about things like data constructions. What the hell? Its the first day! I actually wished that I was back listening to the stupid reading list lecture because, then, at least when I was zoning out, I knew I wasn’t missing anything.Things I am grateful for today: lap tops and msn. and wireless networks.
*Proviso: That’s obviously not me. I’m a brunette.