The original title of this post was “Waiting For Colonel Kurtz, Part I”.
So far, the reading is manageable. I suspect that our professors were under orders to keep it light for the first few weeks; they’re really starting to ramp up now.
Contracts blew through four? five? cases today. Fortunately we don’t have another class until next Monday (thanks to the quirks of the Rabbit Hole’s schedule). Another quirk of the schedule meant that this morning’s Civ Pro was the first one we’d had in a week. Paul to brain: engage jump-start drive in 3, 2, 1…
This afternoon I had some three-and-a-half hours between classes, so I did what anyone faced with a lot of heavy reading would do: I went home and thence to the gym, where I grunted and sweated and grunted and sweated for an hour. It felt good, and seemed to lift the sluggish fog I’d been carrying around all day. Of course, that said fog might have been caused by the four chocolate donuts that was my excuse of a breakfast this morning. Or was it the four chocolate donuts that was dessert last night?
The TA in my writing section is, as they used to say, quite the looker. To use legal terminology, she goes straight through “attractive nuisance” and right on into “hidden trap”. This is meant very much as a compliment, for all the enraged
women readers out there who are about to march on Frankenstein Castle with torches and pitchforks. This was underscored the fact that she’d done something to her hair today and it looked dangerously <Fernando>mahvelous</Fernando>.
The student lounge is apparently the preferred place to pass out/take a nap; I’ve seen at least three students sprawled along those blue sofas, plus one who announced that her intent was to sleep. Not sure that it’s an optimal sleep strategy, though.
On the other hand, those on the blue couches are probably employing a more optimal sleep strategy than the guy who was catching 40 winks in class.
The few solitaire games that were visible in the first two weeks of class have long since vanished, replaced with busy screens filled furious typing.
And now back to wonderful world of proper service in truck-stop cases…