School. Is. Back?

It's about time I update this...it seems like it has been a long time, even if it has only been a whopping four days. Classes have begun, and have taken over life! As most people know, the first week of class is just straight horrible. It's syllabus upon syllabus, technicality upon technicality, ice breakers that don't actually do a thing to break the ice and sometimes just make things even more frosty, and occasionally a realization that you must get out of a certain class (ahem, complex systems). Onward and upward!

We finally started taking some legit notes in Women's Studies (Perspectives in Women's Health, mind you) which was highly exciting (yes, I'm aware of how high a caliber of nerd I am)...annnd yeah. That's about it for real stuff that has happened...IN class. Outside of class there is already a boatload of reading and homework and whew! Everything all over the place! Skyline is a pretty large time suck, but I'm thoroughly enjoying it. Get my little volleyball fix (which isn't exactly little) and I am thrilled to get a chance to hop in for a drill every now and then. Little do they know, my life happiness increases by several percentage points when they let me do anything remotely close to playing!

In other news, the construction across the street is still insanely loud. Imagine loud construction for a moment. Now, amplify that sound by about six. There ya have it. Among the yelling men, clanging on metal structures, sawing, beeping (from trucks in reverse mode), smashing concrete, dumping concrete into a metal dump truck, driving around backhoes and bulldozers, and the general traffic noise I am awoken every morning prior to 8 a.m. At the moment I wake up, I typically peel back the beautiful curtains (a Maj Original Creation), flick off the construction workers, let out a grunt and general sounds of angst, and then roll over. I am then kept awake (slash sleep in two minute intervals) until I actually need to get up. Not the greatest.

My master plan for tomorrow is to wake up, march across the street (in my pink reindeer pajama shorts, Melvin the teddy bear under my arm), knock on Sir Construction Worker's hard hat, and inquire as to when they will be complete with their large scale arts and crafts project that seems to be producing an obscene amount of noise. The likelihood that this will actually occur? Very slim. But, there is a chance. There is always a chance. (Especially if I wake up to that stupid backhoe slamming into the concrete ground over and over and over again....on another occasion. Then, someone is going to be wishing they hadn't become a construction worker...)