Today was a wackfest from start to finish. I enjoyed my classes overall, but had way too many meetings about the impending doom that is the field trip on Friday. It has catastrophe stamped in huge red letters all over it-- but we cannot abort this mission. The kids are gung ho, the money collected, the arrangements made, the permission slips collected, etc.
Then I sat through a two-hour mandatory meeting about... I don't know what. It was colossal waste of a lot of people's time. I have no idea what the objective of the meeting was.
Then, I made the strategic mistake of browsing in the relationship section of the bookstore after finding the single copy of Zinser's On Writing Well for my class that begins tomorrow. My god, I was depressed and crestfallen after scanning some of those books. Not only that, but I'm forever branded a loser for even being seen in the self-help aisle. People should shop for those kind of books through the privacy of the internet.
But, then I ate a vat of leftover spaghetti and headed to the library to work on my personal statement. Writing is a mood enhancer as is running. More effective than most things actually. Now, if it weren't too late and dark for a run. I'd be fully recovered.
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