Last Dregs of Freedom

School starts again tomorrow.

I promised myself a "relaxing" weekend, and I have come to learn that I have an odd way of defining "relaxing," since I have spent the last two days organizing, worrying and painting the front door. All is not lost, however.

I have Anatomy and its corresponding lab tomorrow, in far, FAR south Austin. My class begins at 7:45 a.m., which means I will probably leave the house at around 6:45. I suppose now would be as good a time as any to thank my internal clock for resetting itself, and making me wake up earlier, at my own will, than any other time I can remember in my life.

Tuesdays and Thursdays will be Physiology and its corresponding lab, same time and place, and at some point in September, I will also start my required Speech class, which I am looking forward to just as much as I look forward to confrontations. Let the record show that I am not afraid of public speaking (although, occasionally, I will find myself forgetting to inhale!); rather, I wish there were some way I could demonstrate my mastery of speech that would allow me to "test out" of this class. Such is life, no?

I'm trying not to get worked up about my professor. I decided to take the same professor for both A & P, and I also decided to do the totally fair thing and look her up on RateMyProfessor.com. I say "totally fair" with about as much sarcasm as my phalanges can muster (Phalanges! See? I am one step ahead in Anatomy already!). Each of her 21 reviews was scathing. The complaints were the same across the board: she does not grade in a timely manner, answers questions with questions (not always a bad thing, in my book), is bitter, and her tests are utterly impossible. I am trying to console myself with the reality that it is against our human nature (most of the time) to share praise. Instead, we vociferously bitch and moan about everything, so that others may hear our complaints and offer their sympathy toward our experiences, further validating our chosen role as The Martyr. I have also been consoling myself with the notion that perhaps each of these former students is just a good, old-fashioned Austin slacker who didn't want to put forth the effort required for a good grade. We shall see if these consolations are on the mark or not in a mere 17 hours. I have confidence in my abilities as a student, and I am BLESSED to be able to focus solely on school and my volunteer activities, without the added stressor of working. I'm feeling optimistic about everything right now, and hoping that it stays that way.

Oh, and for those who were wondering, the front door is green. A saturated, rich kelly green.