I guess I should start by explaining that this is almost as rare as the Halley comet. :-S (Carla 1 : The Universe 0)
Every morning of my week (except, perhaps, for Sunday) starts with a mad run somewhere and Saturday's aren't an exception, as they're the designated days for swimming class. Not for me, mind you; for my daughter. I actually feel a little bit bad being so happy for staying home this morning - (well, maybe not so bad after all, as she has just found me out hidding in my home office and has started a true earth-quake of all sorts of questions as she tries to turn on the computer to play some games at nickjr.com...) - considering how much she loves swimming and the fact that she's just staying home because she's been having a nasty cough and a wounded knee (considerate contributions from the nasty weather change we've got about a week or two ago and a painful fall in school ground).
So, here I am, by my computer, looking out through the window by my desk and watching the sun trying to break through heavy rain filled clouds, sipping on a cup of tea (Pickwick's "Forest Fruit", that has come all the way from Sweden, from a dear dear friend of mine), wearing an extra-extra-extra overseized bath robe that I offered my husband a year or so ago (and strangely have seen him wear it very seldomly... Hmmm... It might have something to do with the fact that I kind of wear it every chance I have, I guess... :-S) and an extra fluffy pair of socks (the second one!) that same dear friend has sent me from the far northern lands. She's the best! :-) (Carla 2 : The Universe 0)
But, anyway, what I wanted to tell you about wasn't necessarily about my zen moment... I was intending on telling you about yesterday's evening, and so, here we go...
My weekly schedule is a bit tricky. Yesterday was one of those days that seem to be a little trickier than others. Someone had moved a seminar class I had signed up for in September and re-scheduled it altogether, without consulting those who had signed up for it (Carla 2: The Universe 1). Well, the story is a bit more colourful than that actually... It started with the fact that two of the original classes (out of a total of five) were scheduled for the first week of November in which, as it's costumary, the university is closed. Yay for considerate planning! As I signed up for them, I noticed this fact and so I immediately wrote the representative for the office that handles these things asking if it was supposed to be like this or if it was just not considered the fact that the university would be closed then. The e-mail was sent out in the first days of September. Today is the 20th of November. Two months and a half later, I still didn't get a reply. (Carla 2 : The University 2) In spite of the fact that I didn't get a reply to my question, I did receive several e-mails re-scheduling and re-re-scheduling those classes - which, to me, seems quite quite absurd, considering that you cannot just change them around, as it might collide with some other class people signed up for or anything else one has scheduled afterwards on those dates. Absurd! (Carla 2: The Universe 3) In my case, it wasn't such a big deal, really, considering I'm signed up only for a couple of classes, but it did affect many people, who had to leave one hour earlier from another class, to attend the second half of the class for this seminar, so I guess that I'm still entitled to complain about it, right?!...
To somehow top it all, the lesson was supposed to start at 18:00, but it only started well after 18:20, because the professor decided that she should give a bit of benefit to those who would be arriving late due to the colision of classes. I really don't see any problem with that, to be honest. What I find problematic is the fact that I was there on time and so were some other persons, just to be left waiting, and waiting, and waiting... The concept of warning people about this little detail seems to not even have entered their minds. (Carla 2 : The Universe 4)
But, there's more... Considering I needed to pick my daughter up from school at 17:30 and my seminar would be starting at 18:00, that would leave way too little travel time, especially on a Friday evening and so I decided to write the teacher informing her that I needed to pick my daughter up 15-20 minutes before the usual hour. Needless to say, I was expecting to be ringing on the door and have my daughter delivered to me within seconds, which was, I should have known!, such an utopic thought. Instead, I had to scream through the gate to a slightly confused janitor, who open the gate, just so I could bump into four more on my quest to grab my daughter and get the h**l out of there! It seems to not have crossed the teacher's mind that, well, considering she wouldn't be the one teaching that last class, maybe she should inform the teacher than would be doing such, along with the people responsible for handing the children over to the parents. I just "love" (huge ironic flag waving around here!) the way people choose to knowingly mess other people's lives up! (Carla 2: The Universe 5)
With all this mess behind, and finally all set in class, last evening was not such a bad one, academic-wise. I was on top of my game, which, I must confess, was a bit of a first for a long time. (Carla 3 : The Universe 5)
Life has managed to get in the way of my goals and dreams and so, often, I have felt like I should throw in the towel and move on. This year has been a trying one, in many ways. I had decided that I wouldn't pursue my academic career, as it was feeling too overwhelming. The single person in my life who truly and fully knows every corner of me thought that it wasn't time - not just yet - and so slightly pushed me back into it, with the advice that I should go for something more inspiring to me, something new, something that could make me take a deep breath and get back on the horse... and so I did. (Carla 4: The Universe 5)
The way back home was a troubled one... Rain started pouring with increased strength and, by the time we were in mid-higway, it became unbearable. No one could literally see where they were going and, for a moment or two, the scary thought of "OMG! I can't see! I can't drive! I can't stop here!" along with the even scarier realization of having every element of my little family in that car with me filled my mind. I was behind the wheel and had their lives in my hands. (Carla 4 : The Universe 6) But, you know what?... We made it home. Safe and sound. Shaken but absolutely unharmed, wishing that everyone would be as lucky as we were (which wasn't so sure, judging by the amount of ambulances that passed us by on the way). And so the balance restored itself... (Carla 5 : The Universe 6)
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