Back to class: mixed blessing. My evenings were starting to get a bit boring and I was getting a bit funktified due to my lack of energy and my desire to do nothing but watch television. I am not a freakishly huge television junkie or anything--but when you're kinda going non-stop all semester and finally have two weeks to do absolutely nothing, it is difficult to get yourself psyched up enough to do constructive things like read and knit and carve sculptures of your family out of soap when ALL YOU DO ALL SEMESTER LONG IS BE F-ING CONSTRUCTIVE. So yeah. Television. Somehow that became the unhealthy solution. It is kinda sick when you actually find yourself a bit happy to be back in the insanity that is full-time school and work.

This week is our last week before finals, so only a week and a half more of classes this semester and I'll be all done with my first year.

How fucked up is that?

The double-edged sword that is next semester:

As I mentioned before, they may cancel our A&P night-class next semester which would make my work schedule the most f-ed up work schedule ever. Right now, we're all on the edge of our seats waiting to see what happens.

I'm leaning towards the hope that the evening class does pan out, though both the evening and day class have big big positives and big big negatives...

THE DAY CLASS:

• Taught by my current A&P instructor whom I've grown fond of;


• Taught by my current A&P instructor who has succeeded in giving us all a wicked batch of carpal tunnel due to the rabid quantity of notes we take nightly in class;


• Class is from 8:30 am to 2:30 pm on a Tuesday which is like a big flatulent wad of shit dumped into the middle of my work day;


• This would also mean 5 hours in a row (compared to our current 3) of excruciating cramping of the wrist.

THE NIGHT CLASS:

• It's at the usual time which is much better for my schedule but...


• It's also taught by The Bane of My Existence, which is its own double-edged sword--it would mean that I get to fantasize about making him get on his hands and knees and beg all semester, but it also means having to deal with his HUGELY irritating animal-torturing instructor-comedian persona;


• I'd actually kinda miss my current instructor who, as I've mentioned, has grown on me.

So it looks like fate will be the deciding factor.

I DID have a dream about The Bane of My Existence though last night, so maybe that's some sorta harbinger. He just smiled at me and never said a word. Exactly the way I'd like him to be all the time, particularly when bent over in front of me and my spike-heeled boots.