I'm Grown

Hey ho. It's Friday night at 8:40 and I still have a massive project ahead of me. And I'm blogging. Again.

I'm here to vent of few of my feelings about my current course. Do you mind? Because I'm way past annoyed.

Wait. Let me back up and tell you how the rest of my evening played out last night. After I got back from Starbucks, my plan was to cook dinner while the sitter played with the kids. This is the part where I wish I was rich and could pay her to come to my house every single day after school. If I could fix dinner in peace everyday, I would totally wear an apron and heels. As it stands now, even with a sitter, Emily was her shrewy-iest self and I was more fit for raggedy pants and flip flops. Dinner was around 30 minutes late which really does little to tamp down the chaos brewing in the pre-dinner hours. Once dinner was set out, and Big Dan came home, I hit the door to go do yet another student interview. I'm not gonna lie. I was feeling the effects of the massive intake of caffeine. I practically bounded through the door and I'm fairly certain I sort of scared the 12 year old I was interviewing. Her mom is a good friend of mine, so when the interview was over she offered to fix me a drink. You know, a grown-up drink.

I said yes.

And then we sat with our feet up and talked about life. It fed my soul in that deep down place. Which is why I didn't manage to leave until 10 o'clock at which point I still needed to head to the grocery. And not just for a couple of items. I did my big shopping at 10:30 at night on a Thursday. To top it off, as I was pulling out of the parking lot I heard a gigantic THUD. NO, no, no, no, no, no. What in the heck could I have hit??? I couldn't see anything. Then when I pulled around a little I realized what it was. It was a grocery store jazzy. Yep, a motorized buggy someone left smack dab in the middle of the parking lot. I didn't even stop. I'm not a big fan of those when I'm in the store, much less when they're in the parking lot.

I realize it will be only the blink of an eye and I will have to use one of them just for saying all of this. I hope mine has an extra loud backing up alarm.

Anyway, back to my attitude problem for tonight. Can you please explain to me why professors in a graduate program filled with professional adults insist on group projects??? REALLY??? I am 35 years old. I know how to present using a powerpoint. And if I haven't learned to work with others by now, I'm fairly sure these dang group projects aren't going to remedy that situation.

Don't you worry. I'm just raw enough to THROW DOWN on my class evaluation. Do you think it would be rude to ask for an extra sheet of paper?