Entry 28--AKA: "A twenty-eight to look forward to."

I have to attend classes on my birthday this year (the 28th of May for those who were uninformed). I was pretty bummed when I realized this.

However, I found out today that in one of my literature classes (Arthurian Romances) we are watching a movie that day. None too shabby. Even better, there is an affidavit on the syllabus regarding the movie:

Thu May 28:
Screening of John Boorman's Excalibur (1981)
NOTE: This film does have a couple of fairly graphic sexual situations and violence. If you are a conscientious objector, please feel free to leave the room during these sequences, though do so quietly. Please come speak to me if this a major concern for you.

I am so very amused that, on my birthday, we are watching a movie that has both sex and violence, AND it might offend people. NIIICE.

To top off the delicious hilarity of it all, the movie was released in 1981--my year of birth. Yep, this was meant to be...

Thanks for reading.

Entry 27--AKA: "Keeping it all in perspective."

I don't even know where to begin. I don't want to write about any of it, anyway. I just want it all to go away.

I guess that's why I'm in school: keep away the past by building a future. I just wish the future would hurry up and get here.

Entry 26--AKA: "A quick thought."

Some days I wish I were either a lot smarter or a little dumber. I think one or the other would be much easier.

That is all.

Entry 25--AKA: "Fun on the bus."

The bus driver today on the way to school was nuts. I was waiting at the stop, and I saw the bus, pulled out my wallet to grab my reg card (free bus pass). I was at a stop that, from my experience at least, has at least a few people exit on a fairly regular basis, so when the bus stopped I waited for a moment while I tried to get my reg card out. I was listening to music, so I heard a voice, but I didn't know what was said. I took out one of the headphones and asked "excuse me?"
"I said, 'get on the bus!' Are you going or not?" the woman practically screamed at me as I stepped on the bus.
I'm not the arguing type, I put my headphone back in, show her my reg card and, over the sound of my music, can hear her still talking (loudly) to herself about my lack of compliance in speedily entering the bus. Never mind the fact that one should wait to let other passengers exit.

This woman was a maniac! She had a serious case of road-rage, at least for a bus driver. She was yelling for lights to turn, and tapping furiously on the money-deposit machine and steering wheel when the lights were red. About 5 stops after I got on the bus, there were approximately 10 people at a bus stop waiting for pick up, and she drove right passed! A few people stood up, waving, screaming, and yelling for her to stop, and about a half a mile after the stop she pulled over and then yelled at each person who got on:
"Why y'all sitting at the stop?! How I s'pos'd to know you want to go? How? I a wonderful woman but I no wonder woman!!"
Hilarious--it probably took her weeks to come up with that one.

One of the girls from that stop argued with her about it, but the woman just kept saying (until the girl sat down):
"I can't read minds! I ain't no mind reader! Stand at the stop if you want the bus--I don't know what you want if you just sit there!"

She did it again a few stops later--a girl was waiting on the bench at the stop and the woman just drove passed, and this time didn't even stop. About five minutes later the driver got a call on her radio and the voice on the other end asked her if she stopped at F st at Covell. The woman told her she didn't, and the voice asked her if she saw a passenger waiting. The woman turns around to us (the passengers) and asked us:
"Did ya'll see anyone sitting back at Covell?"
A few girls ahead of me replied that, yes, they had and several of us shook our heads in agreement.
"No way! No way there was now one there, I didn't see no one!"
She got back on the radio and told the voice on the other end
"There wa'n't no one there...I didn't see anyone waiting and no one wanted to stop."
She turned around again to the people who replied and said
"Tha's why you should stand at the stop--I ain't no mind-reader..." trailing off to herself as she looked forward and continued driving.

I'm not going to my writing class today. I'm tired, and I am burned out on that class. Sure, I'll miss my last quiz but I don't care. I'm doing fine in that class, and with my last two essays due next week I could use the time away from that class to decompress and motivate myself to actually write them. I am so glad this quarter is coming to a close. That writing class has single-handedly dampered spirits this quarter, but the weather has certainly done its part. I can't wait until it is perpetually sunny and warm, and I can sit out in the grass under a tree and enjoy the outdoors.

I realized earlier this week when I was plotting my schedule for the year for work that I am only going to have 3 weeks off from school until December 17: spring break, summer break (between spring/summer) and fall break (between summer/fall). I looked at it--not exactly disappointed, not exactly delight--and realized I basically have another full-time job on my hands. I never really thought about it like that before. School was always my break from work, not another job to do. I think this realization is symbolic of my mindset this quarter in that I'm ready to be finished with school and be out in the world with my degree.

Speaking of finishing, I had better get back to reading. Afterall, the quarter is not over and I have to keep my mind in it, or the time will be lost.

Thanks for reading.