Not To Be Trusted With Knives

An Event-filled Weekend. If Homework Counts As An Event.

March 17, 2013 by Beth

Isn’t it sad that I’m so thankful to have had a weekend without classes… so I can get more homework done?

The past two weeks have been just killer for me. It started off two Sundays ago with a 10:30 pm hockey game. Which meant – after playing, getting all my gear off, driving home, showering, and coming down from the adrenaline rush – I didn’t get to sleep until 2 am. And I get up for work at 6:30 a.m. This lack of sleep was compounded by a 9:30 pm hockey game on the Wednesday – again, not getting to sleep until way past my bedtime, especially given I was still exhausted from the Sunday night game. But the following weekend didn’t give me any reprieve, as I had class all weekend, including an accounting “quiz” ((Though I find it difficult to call something that lasts 90 minutes a “quiz”.)), plus a playoff hockey game on Saturday night. And then every single night last week I had some sort of event – or two events on some night. By Friday, I was so very, very, very, very tired.

But this weekend was good. I got to sleep in both yesterday and today, and I had no appointments or events ((Well, save for hitting a pub yesterday to celebrate St. Patty’s Day – but a girl has to eat, right?)) or anything else to get in my way of being a productivity machine! I marked all the assignments from my students ((Did I mention that I’m teaching stats again this term? Because, did I mention that I’m insane?)), I studied a bit of accounting for my final exam next weekend, I created a PowerPoint for a group presentation (which serves) as our final exam for one of the courses I’m currently taking, I played a game of hockey, I talked to my sister and my BFF, and I did this:

Hooray!

What I didn’t do, however, was attend my Grandpa’s 90th birthday party, as he (along with all of my family) lives out east and I couldn’t get out there. I heard that a fantastic time was had by all – and the pics on Facebook certainly made me wish I could have been there. In particular, I like this photo which I shamelessly stole from my cousin Eliza’s Facebook:

It’s my grandpa with his great, great grandson, Rooke. Nice to see that even after 90th years, he still has his great sense of humour! Happy birthday, Grandpa!

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