One of those days

Yeah.... Today wasn't a bad day. It was just one of those days. You know... Days that are just perfectly described by an italicized "those"... We've all had them. What pushed today over the edge and made it especially those-ish is that it was Wednesday. Ah, Wednesday... My very long, more than 12 hours at school day.

It started out at 7:27 in the morning very cold and cloudy. It remained cold and cloudy until about 2:30 this afternoon, halfway through my GIS class. After my 9 o'clock section I had a meeting about a fellowship/program here at Davis that I want to apply for. This program sounds perfect. Exactly in line with my interests, and with 2 years of funding! But alas, I was stood up.

For the rest of the morning I felt mildly ill. You know, one of those temporary ailments where if you take a nap it will go right away. I can't go home on Wednesdays though, so I tried to nap in the library. It didn't work out. I think I was just too self conscious about being seen asleep in the library to actually pull it off. And it didn't help that a froshie was giving her mom and grandma (at least, I assume that's who they were) a tour of places where she studies, including a stop frightfully close to the want-to-be-asleep me. I did manage to snatch some half-sleep however, that was amazingly therapeutic.

Everything pretty much turned around in GIS. I was feeling better, the sun came out, and the professor went on a 15 minute tangent about the Med Fly infestation of the early 1980s. Excellent!

I have also discovered just how close to catastrophe I've been headed... I have a paper due Monday, and a take-home midterm due Wednesday. I've been keeping pretty on top of working on them, so disaster really shouldn't be imminent. But somehow I'd switched the dates in my head. Boy am I glad I learned my error!

Social dance was kind of a downer though. I've never really liked social dance classes (I just like the end product of being able to dance), but these seem especially bad. Just scanning the class, there are so many glaringly bad dancers. I danced with this one guy who has a very real potential of seriously hurting a partner. Not good. And the sad part is that he thinks he's good... Maybe I'll have to have a talk with him next week... Surely he won't mind being advised on how to have partners actually enjoy dancing with him...