Surprisingly, yesterday was not really a bad day, all things considered. Forcing myself to get up earlier than I really wanted on Sunday so that I'd be ready to sleep earlier in the evening was a good idea. Even though I didn't sleep terribly well, I still got up on time and got myself into work...and was just fine until about 9:30, when I was ready to go back to bed again. It'll take a few weeks, but I'm sure that I'll adjust to the new schedule.
Yesterday was the first day of the quarter for me, as well--I'm taking a public speaking class, mostly because I can, really. :) It fulfills a general education requirement, and anything that helps me get over the nerves I deal with when speaking to new people or in front of groups is a good thing. Then again, given the way the course runs, it may be that I'm a well-prepared nervous wreck, but still. We have to give six speeches over the course of the quarter, and I'm considering at least one hot-button topic, just to see whether I can cover the subject matter in a coherent matter. We'll see. The icky thing is that the instructor is going to tape us as we speak a couple of times during the quarter. Ew.
Oh, and the instructor guy (Alex, not Mr. Kramer, definitely not Professor Kramer!) sounds like Kermit the Frog, I swear. He split us up into groups of five as a 'getting to know you' kind of thing, and when I voiced this opinion to the group, two of the four of them agreed with me, and the other two gave me this blank 'I have no idea what you're talking about' look. Heh. I'm one of the oldest in the class, and was the oldest in 'my' group by about six years, but at least no one asked me what the Muppets were. I might've had to walk out then and there.
When Brett came home, he brought the mail up with him, and in addition to my payment booklet for my University of Phoenix student loans (heh, yeah, I have to make ten payments or something silly like that), there was a letter from one of the soldiers that we sent a package off to. He's from El Monte, California, and is in his early twenties, was extremely happy with the package that we sent, and kept on saying 'thank you' in his letter. It's the least we can do, we figure, but it was really cool to get a letter back--I have to think that he's writing back to everyone who sends him something, too. Knowing the volume of people who reply to the Books For Soldiers posts, that'd be quite the task. Regardless, it was great to get the letter, and that feeling of knowing you've made someone else happy is a damn good thing.
And now...I am back off to work. The sun should start to come up soon, I'll be able to watch as the sky starts to get lighter. That's the best part of the day for me, weird as that might sound--who knew I'd enjoy the sunrises so much. Guess I'm not the ultimate night person after all, not anymore.
Posted by Liz at September 21, 2004 06:03 AM