Tired. I'm So Tired... in meh...

I didn’t know whether to write this in School Chronicles or this. This wins.

So my new class started yesterday. I read the syllabus. “Yes, 5:30, Yes 9:30…” meaning we will be in class for the entire 4hours. Okay. This translates into me getting home at 11:40something on a fuckin MONDAY NIGHT after having been awake since 5:30am.

No bueno.

Last night was just…

I don’t even have my textbook but somehow I have 4 assignments due on this coming MONDAY. A case brief (she gave us the case to brief and didn’t tell us WHICH issue we were supposed to focus on), we watched an episode of The Practice and write a synopsis about legal ethics on that, we are supposed to print out and put in a three ring binder the Lawyer’s Ethical rules of Missouri.

I am not impressed. She is cool. She is a nice lady. She warned us that the class is not easy, but at the same time, that doesn’t mean do this.

Oh. Last night.

Before, my last few classes have all been in a computer lab so I can google my route, know which bus to take, etc. I got on one bus and was going to get off at a particular stop. We were at a stop light when the bus I needed rolled past. I looked up and said, “Aw Shit!” The driver honked his horn to get the attention of the driver, but that didn’t work. I got off at a stop next to Anheuser-Busch so I can just get on that bus and go on down. Well, after consulting my paper schedule, the bus I needed wasn’t coming to my area until 11:09. PEE EM. It was 10:30. So then the bus gets there, goes it’s route. I figure out where I am and I ponder and think, perhaps I can get off here. But I don’t know when the bus is coming that drops me off right in front of my house. No sooner than the bus started moving, the bus I needed rounded the corner. I just said, “Got DAMNIT, ARCHER!!” to myself and just sucked it up, sprinkled some fuck it on and stayed on the bus. Then of course I had to make myself aware and cautious of my surroundings because it is after 11pm and the freaks come out at night even though my neighborhood, as filled as it is with whores, sex offenders, and junkies, is pretty peaceful and awesome.

I get home. I have to pee, I can’t sleep. I ate the rest of my ranch “doritos”, I sipped a little white zinfandel but didn’t over do it because I wanted to NOT be seriously groggy in the morning, and ate a piece of chicken from dinner on Sunday. I also turned on tv and flipped through channels. I went to check on the boys who were both in my bed asleep. I opened windows because it was stuffy. I tried to lay down in my son’s bed, but no. I was itchy. I flipped channels again and saw that Poltergeist 2 was coming on an thought not to watch it because I would watch THE WHOLE thing and mess me up further. I then grabbed son’s phone, tooled around and checked my internet stuff. I then told him to go to his room and hope he could go back to sleep. I set his alarm for 6:05. For me. He came to talk to me and asked when I got home. By this time, it was like 1am. So I talked to him. I told him that he needs to try his best to keep up with his work because of how this class is, I don’t have a text book and already have 4 assignments and I’m just tired. He hugged me and patted me. I felt so useless. lol

So long Halloween.

I’m so flipping exhausted.

And this lady walking her dog while I was at the bus stop by the university. She was across the street when I first saw her. She could have stayed there, but she didn’t. She came to my side. Her dog walked by me, passed me up and then low level growled at me and gave off these puffs of growling. I was like fuck you, dog.
Then she came back and before she got too close to me, and that was about 10-15 feet away, the dog starts that shit again and proceeded to side eye me and puff growl at me as they started across the street and were going on across the street. I was about to cuss her ass out because she never had to come to my side of the street with her mongrel anyway.

Bitches.

And with that, I’m out.

Kindest regards,
Sister