1am I went to sleep. (I stayed up because I had to cook a turkey)
7am I woke up, half an hour before my alarm clock was supposed to wake me up!! I am slightly disturbed about waking up so early when it was unnecessary.
8am It is a good thing I woke up early: dad decided he wanted to leave sooner than usual. I discover turkey blood all over my refrigerator where the turkey had been defrosting, but had no time to clean it.
9am I arrive to the Berkeley campus and am terribly sleepy. So, I go to the Freedom Speech CafĂ© order a latte –I forgot to order non fat.- and planed out how I would do all my homework for the rest of the week.
10am My first class : Syntax. I had HW due… I talked to a couple of people before the class started and discussed the nature of possessive markers as possible creators of new theta roles, in sentences.
11am. Class ends. I agree to go to the Vagina Monologues next Monday with some friends. I start doing some HW.
12pm I meet for lunch with fellow Sluggers. We discussed, among other things, what on earth I will do with my life after graduation. All the major variables were considered. No real conclusion was reached.
1pm French Comedy Class. We discussed a movie that we saw yesterday called Le Genou de Claire. Fun. My French teach is SOOO CUTE.
2pm Class ends. I discover that there will be a job faire next Monday, at the same time as the VM, so I call Claire to cancel my ticket but she already bought it for me. Start doing Old French translations into modern English for my next class. Talk to Jacqueline about life and how to deal with ex-boyfriends. I propose the theory of the Cosmic Chicken.
3pm More HW.
4pm Class starts in ten min… I am starving because I had snacks for lunch. I rush to eat some turkey that I brought from home, which was supposed to be my lunch, and cram it into my face.
5pm Still in Medieval French Class. The teacher seems to be calling on me a lot.
6pm One hour tutor meeting with boss. All goes well.
7pm I am officially tutoring in the areas of Spanish, French, Linguistics and English writing, for the next two hours.
9pm Finally, I get to go home.
10pm Yay! I did not get harassed at the Bart station.
10:30pm Dad has picked me up (the other option was taking the bus) and I am home.
11pm My fridge is so clean you could feed babies off of it... and they wouldn't die of turkey-blood poisoning.
11:30 I have to do HW, but instead I decide to sleep.
No comments:
Post a Comment