Back to School

Today is the first day of my first summer class. As class time draws closer, my regret of signing up for this class is growing exponentially. I'm signed up to take Small Group Problem Solving aka COMM 210. Ask anyone who even kind of knows me and they can tell you that, to date in my college career, I have not had very good group project experiences. Yes, I am well aware that the common dominator in all of these group disasters is me, and I take full responsibility for having very high expectations of my group members, but I get As and I'm not about to let someone mess that up. Maybe this was a bad choice on my part, or maybe it is just what I need to get over my fear of group work.

This weekend seemed like the weekend that lasted forever. Frankly, it wore me out. Even though it seemed like it lasted forever, I still managed to not do anything I had planned on doing. My car is still dirty, my room is only half way clean, I didn't go to the grocery store (well, I did, but Kyle and I purchased junk food--not real food,) my laundry didn't get washed...the list goes on and on.

Right now I'm at work. They told me to be here at 9:30 because I'm supposed to be filling in for the receptionist while she goes to a funeral, but she isn't leaving until 10:30. Grr... that means that I'm here with nothing to do for an hour. A whole hour that I could have been sleeping.

I'm tired.

I miss my bed.