(Warning: use of colorful language included)
If you’re like me, you like to be ready for things; always prepared, as much as possible. Sometimes life catches you off guard or you didn’t pay attention. When that happens your week might end up something like this:
I put together a whole check list of things I planned to do the following week to prepare for the fall semester. When my boss asked about the date classes started, I swore up and down it was two weeks away. It wasn’t. A co-worker and also fellow student double checked. Classes began the very next week.
Thursday – Sunday:
I’m scrambling to get everything together. Checking syllabus’s, double checking art supply lists and textbooks I may or may not need is usually at the top of my list. However, that didn’t happen quite the way I expect. I’m cramming to get new tires, prepping snacks, lunch and dinner to take with me, as well as trying to find a decent pair of hiking shoes. House chores didn’t get done. And still haven’t read any of the syllabus’s.
I walked, sort of stumbled, in and sat down in the front row of the lecture hall for the first class and first the day of the semester. I am nowhere near mentally prepared for classes again.
The Field Ecology professor strode in, set his pens and folders down, “If you miss three lectures or two labs you will fail this class. I don’t offer make-up classwork or quizzes. You all will mostly likely fail my exams. That being said, you all are adults, you better fucking study.”
I chuckled. He threw down the gauntlet. All of a sudden I’m mentally ready to take on the semester. What can I say? I like a good challenge.