caraganna

So... this is how I know it's back to school time.

There are books in front of me as I type this, complete with stickers marking the pages I need to read. Books and binders on either side of the chair I'm sitting in. There's one on the dining room table, and another lying on my bed. There's a white board with my life scheduled and to-do-listed.

I just spent the past 3 1/2 hours cutting and pasting (with real scissors and glue). The newspapers and magazines are still scattered over the living room floor, and the collage is drying in front of the television. I have to be in class in 8 hours.

I hate how life begins to be measured in hours... I can't wait until I begin thinking stuff like: "these errands will take about (a) hours, leaving me with (b) hours to read (x) pages and finish that essay, but I have to eat at some point... frozen pizza should only take about 5 minutes out of my time, because I can read while it's cooking and while I'm eating... that leaves me with (c) hours to sleep if I go to class in my pajamas and show up with 2 seconds to spare." And then I drop melted cheese on the kitchen floor, forget to wipe it up, step in it the next morning while drinking milk straight out of the carton, and get to class only to realize that I've brought the wrong book and left my essay sitting beside the milk on the freezer.

Thankfully this hasn't happened... YET. And the best part of all is, I actually PAY a lot of money to do this.

I still love my life!