well-planned

   So last Friday it snowed a bajillion inches and the absolute last thing in the world I wanted to do was get out of my cuddly pajamas and venture out into the blizzardy conditions, but because I am an outstanding Samaritan I put on my Big Girl Pants and stuck with my obligations. I usually avoid campus at all costs on Fridays because I don’t have classes, just work, so why would I even get in close proximity to that hellish place? But last Friday was not an ordinary Friday due to plans to meet with my BUS101 professor (the one I’m a student associate for) in order to take half of the essays the students wrote earlier in the week because she wanted to split the task of grading them (even though I graded the last batch of them all by myself). 

   The plan was to meet on the 3^rd floor of Reid Hall at 9:00am, receive half of the stack, grade a few together, then go to my job (the job I’m supposed to work from 9:30 to 1:30). See how I had to rearrange my life to make this work? Not pleased. So I’m up and ready to go, just about to place my hand on the doorknob to step foot into the winter wonderland when my phone receives a text from the professor saying “can we make it 10?” Um, sure I guess. 

   So now what? I busy myself with checking Facebook and trying weird things with my hair only to leave it the way it always is until 9:35 rolls around. So now I really have to venture out there and I realize halfway to my car that all this snow on the ground probably has also accumulated atop my unsheltered vehicle – duh! Ten minutes later my car is drive-able but I take the backroads just in case some policeman isn’t a fan of my 3x1 foot peering space through the windshield. The roads were not a fun experience but I made it to campus in one piece and began the trek from the F lot (aka: Far away from everything Lot) to Reid Hall. 

   I make it to the 3^rd floor literally as the clock struck 10. I know this because I looked at my phone and at the same exact time received another text from my professor saying “running late! Be there in a half hour”. Gah! So now I’m out of breath, sweating slightly in my fourteen layers of winter apparel, a little jittery because of the crappy gas station coffee I gulped down while ice skating to campus on the crazy roads, and now I have to sit here and wait for another half hour? The time slowly ticked by and she finally showed up only to hand me 7 of the 14 essays and then say “I have an advising meeting in five minutes, can you just take these and try to get them done in the next week?” Well sure. So I leave Reid Hall, back to the lot of Fun, to my car that is covered in now-muddy snow, and make my way to work an hour and a half late.

That was Friday.

   So today, that same professor and I taught our class and before I left the classroom I said, “have you gotten the chance to grade your 7 essays yet?” and she says that no, she hasn’t had the time. Well I haven’t had the time either but somehow I’ve busted out a few of them! I didn’t say that. Then she says, and I quote, “oh! Actually, since I’m going to be out of town for the next ten days visiting family, can you just take my half of the pile and grade them, too?”

   So that was my day.