Why, hello there...soooo....let me see what I have accomplished this week:
Started school.
Started back at work.
Read Petronius's Satyricon.

And that's it. Now I can gleefully bost, "I've read The Satyricon! I've read the Satyricon!"
And people will give me funny looks because no one knows/cares what the hell that is. Boy howdy, don't I feel like a Renaissance woman.

In actuality, my mind wanders off in class sometimes and I start thinking...What if I were like Matilda and I could move chalk with my eyes? Pretty cool. Or what if I was the absolute best at something in the world? Wouldn't that be cool? Like, if I had some freakish talent that was just ingrained. It would be cool to be, like, really fricken good at Yo Yo. Or like, skateboarding. Something no one would expect a big dorky white girl like myself to be able to do. Or what if I could write a book or something and it turned out to be the most quintessentail work of English literature since Chaucer? And I could have a pen name so no one would know it was me...I could make up a whole persona. And just walk around, listening to everything that people have to say about the book and just sit there and smile. Yeah. That'd be cool if I was an English teacher or something and I had to teach the book...yeah...and if some kid messed up on a paper or something I could draw a big sad face and write "Better luck next time!" Heh. heh. Yeeessss....eeeexcelllent.....

I get a bit more caustic every semester, don't I?

I just set my alarm for 6:15 am to ensure that I can get my (soon-to-be-sleep-deprived) little butt out of bed by 7 tomorrow. Six fricken fifteen DOES NOT exist in my universe! It, frankly, should be a late bed time if anything. Certainly not an early rise. For Chrissake. And you know what I thought?

NO ONE, not ANYONE, can force me to go to school tomorrow.

I thought..."Do I hafta?" "Do I have anyone else to answer to besides myself if I do not go to school anymore? If I don't do my homework? the hours of reading? the papers?"
"Only myself," I thought. "And my fututre children who will have to live their lives with a mother who works in food service, wondering what they could have been if their parent had been educated and well off enough to send them to a good school so that they could be free to do what they wanted with their own lives and to find a better place for themselves in society than the one behind a counter wearing a funny hat at Hot Dog on a Stick."
So I gotta go, Blog. My progeny's yelling at me.