To begin on a postive note, I will say that my first day went off pretty smoothly. I got up around the time that I planned to and got some exercise in, I made it through my classes without a hitch, and I had a good rehearsal followed by a nice night in my room which I spent preparing for bed. My room could've used a little straightening, but I figured it was nothing a quick trip home after morning classes couldn't fix. I am very amused by my critical inquiry professor and actually kind of looking forward to improving in French. I considered myself off to a rather good start. Then the day changed.
While I managed to shower before bed and have my bag ready to take out, I wasn't very meticulous in picking out my clothes, so I ended up on campus enduring Isaac's sweat in an annoyingly warm top that I had mistaken for billowy and regretting that I had opted to bring my hoodie in anticipation of cold classrooms. It turns out that my semester will involve a fair bit of walking as my schedule is spread out among four buildings, and it's quite awkward to have to navigate strange territory while keeping up with a hoodie you'd like to chuck and an umbrella that you're sure you'll be needing any minute. I have yet to find use for my umbrella today. I ended up being almost twenty minutes late to my third class because I had gone to the wrong classroom and I could neither log on to the system nor call a friend to direct me. After a rather tedious class, I reassured myself that at least I had a few hours to myself and could have a leisurely lunch befroe I got my credit situation worked out in a jiffy. Not so. My lunch was pretty nice, but I was about halfway through my chicken when I found out that my contract at work officially started yesterday, not next Monday as I'd been telling myself. So basically, I just didn't show up for work one day with no excuse. This is especially embarrassing, considering I saw my supervisor yesterday and passed her with a greeting and a smile as if I had my life together. How wrong I was. Now, instead of straigntening my room with the assurance that my credit situation has been remedied, I'm sitting at work, seething over the fact that I'll have to either go without a voice class, or pay and extra six hundred bucks to do what I consider to be important for my training as a performer. Le sigh. How quickly things changed.
Now that my work schedule is rather set, I have to get reaquainted with the idea that I won't be home again until late evening at the earliest, late night television time under many circustances. I have to have two meals on campus and have my printing done ahead of time. I won't have a chance to change clothes on a hot day or take a nap between classes or catch most of my professors in their office hourse. I essentially won't have down time before Friday. I knew it would be something like this. It's jsust disheartening to jump into it before I realized I had to. Now I'm very close to freaking out. I have 45 minutes before lab. That would be enough time to do my French if I wasn't blogging, but nothing else of importance. I am supposed to be at work immediately after scene design. There's a good chance I'll be late for an appointment or two. I have no idea if I'll even be able to swing voice lessons. It's only the second day and I've gone through several highs and lows. What will tomorrow bring, I wonder?
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