As I sat in the hallway with the classmates that I only seen
one other time (at orientation), waiting for my final to begin, an instructor
came out in the hallway and asked us to please keep our voices down so her
class could finish their finals. As her
students came out, they congregated by the door (that didn’t close all the way)
to discuss the exam…loudly. One person
said, “Your teacher has already come out once and told us to be quiet and I’m
not going to get in trouble because y’all are being loud.” They stared at her as she continued, “We don’t
want to get in trouble because we aren’t doing anything wrong and she’s going
to get mad and we’re going to get blamed so y’all need to be quiet.”
I was not sitting near her, but I’m sure she heard me
snort. Did I miss something? Did we regress back to the age of 4 without
my noticing it? Because I’m pretty sure, as grown ass adults, we aren’t going
to “get in trouble” with an instructor who wasn’t even supposed to be
administering a test in that classroom at that time to begin with. It probably would’ve made more sense for the
instructor to come out and see it was HER class making all of the noise, but
that’s not any of my business. I am
floored by immaturity sometimes. It
comes in all shapes and sizes, but today?
Today was just idiotic.
Meanwhile, I received my final grade for one class, and I’m
pretty sure my professor padded that exam a little bit because there is no way
I got an 89 on that exam on my own. Even
still, with an 89, I managed to maintain a 98 for the semester, so I guess that’ll
do. One down, one to go! I should have all grades finalized by
Tuesday, and I’m kind of nervous…mostly because I’d just rather know. You know?
This semester has flown by, and I really found it to be much
more manageable than I expected. I’m not
sure what that’ll mean for next semester, but I’m kind of excited about
it. I told N today, “One of my favorite
parts of the semester is when I get my textbooks…and my other favorite part of
the semester is when I get to send these stupid things back!” as I packed up my
textbooks to mail them back to Amazon.
He said I had issues. I’m pretty
sure more than a few people would agree with him. Hopefully someday, even if it’s not now, he’ll
be proud of his mom…even if he does say I do this and get good grades just to
set my expectations for him way too high.
Insert all the eye rolls here.
And a few more, for good measure. Roll, roll, roll.
I’m not sure what to do with my free time now, but suffice
it to say, letting my mind wander is a terrible idea. Ideas that have been suggested to me include,
but are not limited to:
·
Knitting
·
Craft projects
·
Library books
·
DVR
·
Puzzles
·
Shopping
·
Movies
If you know me at all, you know a lot of these are
laughable. I’m not crafty, nor do I
knit. I have a short attention span for
puzzles (which is why the border only of a Christmas puzzle remains untouched
on my side table), and shopping is one of the biggest beat downs known to
man. I have been so immersed in the
wonderful world of educational psychology and literacy that I couldn’t even
tell you what movies are in theaters, or which ones I’ve wanted to see and
missed. I’ve made a serious dent in the
DVR, thanks to my mad procrastination skills, and the new library is awesome.
And in that one paragraph, I just realized how much of a
nerd I am. Awesome.
After my final this morning, I met the baseball team Nana
for coffee on my way home. We see each
other all the time at the ballfields, and we tag-team on making sure the boys
and coaches have all.the.snacks, but we don’t really ever get a chance to sit
down and talk. It was nice to spend an
hour just talking about things that were not baseball.
Yeah, I said it.
Every once in a while, I can NOT talk about baseball, even though it
feels a little foreign. ALTHOUGH…now
that I opened the door on that one, can I just say how much I’ve LOVED watching
Encarnacion and Bautista realize that they’ve decided their own self-worth is
too high and all of the clubs who claimed to have interest in either have them
have pretty much dropped out of the “race” to acquire them? It makes me cackle. I am SO glad Fowler ended up with St. Louis,
even though it still makes me cringe a little to say that. I can’t wait for Spring Training.
Sports are so great.
Bowl games will be here before we know it, and then the SuperBowl, and
all.the.hockey.games…and then (insert angels singing here) BASEBALL. Needless to say, I’ll probably have to be
committed if N ever decides he’s over it.
I can’t wait for B to pick a sport that he really loves.
N had his first hitting lesson since the end of September
today. He got his cast off the week of
Thanksgiving break, but weather and conflicts pushed his first lesson back
until today. I am super proud to report
that he went 95/95, and at least 70 of those pitches were an improvement from
before he got injured. I think he was worried
he would suck, so it was awesome to see him back in the cages and making
contact every single time. He got really
tired, but that happens after you spend
over two months being a bump on a log.
His coach, probably one of the nicest people I’ve ever known, was really
pleased with his progress…and also hyped up on peppermint hot chocolate. I text him to see if he wanted one (his
favorite, any time of the year) since he had been out there for hours, and he
said he would love one. When we got
there, hot chocolate in hand, I noticed THREE other Starbucks cups in the
cages. Mine was the fourth of the
day. Y’all, no wonder he hugged me
animatedly and told me how proud he was of me for finishing up my
semester. I’m still laughing.
Since I got home this afternoon, I did some (more) laundry,
tried a new potato soup recipe (NOT a fan…blech!), and took over the living
room to binge watch all of the episodes of Conviction that I swore I would
watch as soon as I finished my semester.
N is hanging with his dad, so it’s just me. And it’s times like these where I kind of
wish it wasn’t just me, but that’s the way it is…at least for now.
It’s been 7ish years since it wasn’t “just me,” but maybe
that’s getting old. Finally. Maybe.
Aubs
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