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Hello, happy Monday. I’m here early for calc II, figured I should probably catch up on the last few days. Notably, my textbook for this class is finally in. Here’s to a better next exam.

Wednesdays
My Wednesdays are terrible, on an unrelated note. Class, ten minutes, class, ten minutes, work, five minutes, class. The work shift is 2.4 hours with an Indian fellow who I’m sure, despite his accent and apparent inability to think independently, is quite competent. Where his competency lies and how far down it’s buried, I do not know. Reasonably nice fellow, though.

Speaking of Wednesday. … I think it was Wednesday. Though not that it matters; forget I said anything. I was late to CS100 at some point last week – Wednesday, for the sake of argument – which has become something of a comfortable norm. There’s not nearly enough time between the end of my shift at the café and the start of lecture to be there sitting down before the professor begins speaking.

A bit of background: I use my laptop at work to play Pandora, right. Jack it into the sound system and preach music to the entire building. Methinks I had Top DJs playing that particular day, which was absolutely perfect. Middle-aged Jewish men are known to like house/dance, yes?

But yeah, I left work in a rush, just put the laptop into hibernation and ran to class. Walked in to class late, sat down in the back. Opened the laptop. Which, by the way, has Harman Kardon speakers. Beautiful things, as laptop audio goes.

Not so good when they’re unexpectedly blaring house music and you can’t turn it down because Windows is being poky about letting you log in. I don’t think you can really appreciate this situation unless you’ve seen a middle-aged Jewish professor give you an appraising look and, hesitantly, ask if you might be able to turn it down a bit.

Heh. So I left the room to try and sort it out. Picture this: some guy walking through the CS building halls, carrying a laptop that’s doing its level best to raise whatever dead might happen to be nearby.

Homeward
Went back home for the weekend. Left on Friday (which meant maintaining consciousness until three again to finish Friday’s labwork, also to get the oreo crumbs out of my speakers). Greyhound to Milwaukee, then hitched a ride with Matt & Co. Suffice it to say that it was really very nice to see mi familia again. I’ve not had any issues with being homesick, but it’s still good to be back home for a while.

Until I got a voicemail message from work. “Isaac, where are you? You have a shift – three to six today.” And another, from the top manager: “Isaac, I don’t know where you are, but the café‘s closed and we’re losing revenue. Call me back.”

Long story short, he didn’t get that strictly right. It wasn’t closed. People covered it. But… bah. I wasn’t aware I had a shift then, for a variety of reasons that are too fantastically dull to explain.

Anyway. I’m not fired just yet, but that did put a damper on the time I had left at home.

The drive back wasn’t bad. Music in a car with three agreeable persons. Also a cherry Bawls (since when do they make those?) and a couple nutrisodas. I started to drop the Bawls can a couple times, falling asleep as I was while drinking it. :) Few things to note about that particular drive: there are an alarming number of billboards between Stevens Point and Milwaukee, proclaiming the wonders of hip replacement and resurfacing (call your doctor today), and there’s a quite genial attendant at the Stevens Point Mobile R-Store. He liked my pen.

And, for the record, I’m through with Greyhound. No more. My bus was late – by fifty minutes. It was subsequently full, and I had to wait for the next one. Twenty minutes, also late. Boarded the bus, found a seat behind a collegiate guy with a blonde crewcut who, aside from feeling the need to explain why a school without parties and beer isn’t really a school, did his level best to stretch his body out on the horizontal plane by pushing the seat in front forwards and pushing his seat backwards. Good to know that there are still a few Americans focused solely on their own comfort. Not many, but still.

The red line train was out of commission last night, making the easiest route home both longer and out-of-the-way.

In bed by twelve thirty. Which isn’t bad, generally speaking, but was a good three hours later than I had hoped.

Conclusion
And now the week. Flat fifty percent on my first calc II exam, and it’s going to be 91 today.

Excuse the extended string of complaints. Could easily be worse.

Hm. I think I want a burger.

Happy Monday.