Monday, June 14, 2010
A weekend warrior
So as class started, I was thinking that this can't be too bad. Well Friday night, it wasn't that bad. It's the Saturday and Sunday all day classes that nearly made me want to scream. Friday night was from 5:00 to 9:00 p.m., but the other two days: 9:00 in the dog gone morning until 5:00 in the dog gone evening. I kept saying that I could do this. One older lady is in my class and I so declare if this lady crackles that peanut bag one more time, I'm gonna lose my sanity and throw one of them desk/chairs at her. That probably would not be a good idea since this is a homicide class. Ok, delete that thought. I'm like why don't she just pour the peanuts in her hand and eat them instead of digging in this small bag and pulling them out one by one. There is also this guy in my class who looks like he could be Robert DeNiro's son and at any moment, I'm expecting him to say, "You talking to me?" Well I did survive it, so now I can say, "one weekend down, two more to go."