“My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.
Inquisitors must have designed this day. Even as I sit here I want to scream, to run, to jump up and down and howl with impatience; this, however, is simply a residue reaction from my Sociology class. I rarely feel this way, but today I believe firmly that I could have better used my time sleeping than attending the class. I’ve written a first draft of my essay, and I know that it needs some major revisions, but she devoted the entire class to writing a detailed outline of exactly point by subpoint what our essays should/could look like. She practically wrote the essays for us! Also, I’m miffed because as usual I relied heavily on quotes rather than making unsupported statements, and she out and told us to go with our unsupported statements. Wha-at?! Minutes passed more excruciatingly than they ever have before in any class; in the end I sat and watched the seconds tick by on my watch. The difficulty presented is whether I should modify my essay – which answers the question just fine (I think) – to fit her outline? Frankly I don’t think I will, just because she bored me so terribly. I seriously considered walking out of class, and I can’t believe I wasted my time. “Consider it all joy.” Yes.
I’m not sure why but today is such a terribly griping day. I need an attitude adjustment like our old Ford needed a new transmission. The day just hasn’t gotten off to a good start and I’m not accepting it very well… But I did see the beautiful cute child on the shuttle with her mother again; now when she sees me, the little girl smiles! I encountered the definitive article on gay marriage. Oh, and yesterday I discovered that the maid hasn’t been dusting the on top of the door frames! How negligent of her; the dust and grime up there I found positively horrendous. Also, she hasn’t been doing dishes frequently enough, the kitchen floor is sticky, the hall rugs need beating, and our bathroom is unspeakable. What do we pay the woman for, anyways? Slacking?!
– KF –
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