School started this week. All in all, I think I'm going to enjoy my classes. I'm taking two English classes (both professional writing courses), French 101 (because I haven't done foreign language yet, I need four semesters of it, and I decided that I didn't want to take Spanish), a theatre class (stagecraft, for my theatre minor!) and Sociology 101, to fulfill some gen ed that I still need.
Monday was incredibly busy, and very tiring. I ran around campus all day because I was trying to change some of my class times around (which always seems to happen to me). I wanted to get into a particular honors class but it conflicted with one of my writing classes; luckily, I found someone in another section who agreed to simply swap sections with me, but the honors class was full and never opened up, so perhaps it was in vain. "Simply swapping sections" turned into a half-hour affair, however, involving trotting across campus in the hot afternoon sun, finding a computer lab where we could print the yellow cards we needed, and waiting in line for the registrar's help desk so we could get it all sorted. I was twenty minutes late to the first meeting of my French 101 class, and I was aware that I was slightly stinky from all the running around. Hopefully the girl I sat next to didn't notice.
Tuesday was equally crazy. I didn't have class until the afternoon, but I drove to school early so that I could talk to a professor about possibly taking his honors class (different than the aforementioned honors class). I couldn't find decent parking because parking at UNM is an absolute nightmare if you don't buy a parking pass (which I didn't; must have slipped my mind amidst the wedding planning last semester), so I had to park a few blocks away and trudge uphill in the hot sun. I finally got to the professor's office (on the complete opposite side of campus) only to find out that his class was also full and there was no way for me to squeeze in.
Yesterday, I took the bus to school for the first time. It takes a while, because I have to drive to the bus station (about fifteen minutes from where we live), and the bus ride to campus itself takes another twenty minutes. But it's nice because I don't have to walk as much or deal with trying to find (the elusive) free parking spots, and I'm saving gas to boot. This afternoon, however, I accidentally got on the wrong bus going home. I realized my mistake, got off at the next stop, and spent the next forty minutes or so trying to figure out how to get going the right way. This involved several phone calls to Jordan asking for his help, waiting at one stop while trying to avoid the uncomfortable small talk from strange men (questions like, "Where are you headed", and "Where's home for you?"), waiting for another twenty minutes at the wrong stop, waiting to cross the street while trying not to make eye contact with more strange men staring at me from their cars (or shouting, or whistling . . . ), and then finally getting on the right bus and making it home over an hour later than I had expected to. Did I mention that all of that waiting was done in the hot, hot sun? I am not slightly sunburned.
It's different going to school without Jordan. I don't like being away from him all day, and usually by the time I get home he's heading off to work, so we only really see each other at night. And I'm working, too, mostly evenings; for instance, tomorrow I'll be gone from about ten in the morning to almost ten at night, because I'm going to work as soon as I get off of school in the afternoon. I enjoy school, but it's definitely an adjustment being married and in school. And it's been a tiring week.
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