Thursday, June 29, 2006
Homework or Post...Post or Homework?
I gave Michelle the option of posting here or helping with my homework for the week. She opted for homework and I'm stuck posting.
As usual, Michelle and I have been staying busy. Michelle works approximately 50 hours per week between her two jobs, sometimes more, and I am busy with school. An average week (for myself) is spent prepping for my Research Methods undergraduate course (the 4th course I have taught since arriving), frantically gathering data for my master's thesis (I'm roughly two-thirds of the way through), reading/writing for my Ethics course (the 1st time I have had only one course to contend with), and anxiously awaiting my first client (I had one assigned to me earlier, but it fell though). Our summer semesters are intended to be more relaxed than other semesters and we're both working hard to mix pleasure with pain.
For example, last weekend Michelle and I joined a few friends for dinner & bowling on Friday night, poker on Saturday night, and dinner & swimming on Sunday evening. Of course, Michelle worked each morning & I did my best to keep up as our sleep slowly slipped away.
Today happens to be a Thursday and Thursdays are typically laid back...I don't have any classes to worry about and my only real obligations are to run participants (should any sign up) and read in preparation for class on Friday mornings. As luck would have it, I had my readings knocked out ahead of time and no one signed up for my study, which meant that we could take our time with the morning. We woke up around 9AM, got out the door for a 30-minute run, ate breakfast, and made a quick dash to Hudson's Dirt Cheap and E & B Discount Grocery...all before lunch. After lunch we lounged on the couch listening to Medeski, Martin & Wood and Michelle caught a 15-minute cat nap.
Typically Michelle oversees the volume knob in our apartment as it gives her headaches when I play our music to loud (whine whine), but just this once, she permitted me to indulge in those spine-tingling frequencies. I love listening to music at a volume where it pours over you when you close your eyes. I think Alf introduced me to the practice some 7 years ago when his music used to come drifting though the cinder blocks of Doty Hall. Invariably, I would feel compelled to stop by and see what the commotion was all about, only to find Alf lying on his bed with the lights out just chillin'. It was serene. Well, as much as Alf can be serene.
As usual, Michelle and I have been staying busy. Michelle works approximately 50 hours per week between her two jobs, sometimes more, and I am busy with school. An average week (for myself) is spent prepping for my Research Methods undergraduate course (the 4th course I have taught since arriving), frantically gathering data for my master's thesis (I'm roughly two-thirds of the way through), reading/writing for my Ethics course (the 1st time I have had only one course to contend with), and anxiously awaiting my first client (I had one assigned to me earlier, but it fell though). Our summer semesters are intended to be more relaxed than other semesters and we're both working hard to mix pleasure with pain.
For example, last weekend Michelle and I joined a few friends for dinner & bowling on Friday night, poker on Saturday night, and dinner & swimming on Sunday evening. Of course, Michelle worked each morning & I did my best to keep up as our sleep slowly slipped away.
Today happens to be a Thursday and Thursdays are typically laid back...I don't have any classes to worry about and my only real obligations are to run participants (should any sign up) and read in preparation for class on Friday mornings. As luck would have it, I had my readings knocked out ahead of time and no one signed up for my study, which meant that we could take our time with the morning. We woke up around 9AM, got out the door for a 30-minute run, ate breakfast, and made a quick dash to Hudson's Dirt Cheap and E & B Discount Grocery...all before lunch. After lunch we lounged on the couch listening to Medeski, Martin & Wood and Michelle caught a 15-minute cat nap.
Typically Michelle oversees the volume knob in our apartment as it gives her headaches when I play our music to loud (whine whine), but just this once, she permitted me to indulge in those spine-tingling frequencies. I love listening to music at a volume where it pours over you when you close your eyes. I think Alf introduced me to the practice some 7 years ago when his music used to come drifting though the cinder blocks of Doty Hall. Invariably, I would feel compelled to stop by and see what the commotion was all about, only to find Alf lying on his bed with the lights out just chillin'. It was serene. Well, as much as Alf can be serene.
