This going to school full-time is really messing with my daily poo routine. I’m definitely going to have to stop eating lentils until I get a new routine worked out. Seriously, I was lucky on Friday that we had word processing for our last class because I already know a lot about that and was able to rush through it all and leave an hour before everyone else. Because I really had to hot foot it home to get to the toilet. Because anyone who knows me knows that I refuse to poo in a public toilet. I know one girl who just poo’s wherever she is and it always surprises me. It must be very liberating actually. But unless I had a very upset tummy I couldn’t do it. I feel soiled just going into a public toilet when someone else has done a poo in there. And I always hate to think that someone will come in as I’m leaving and think I did the poo. But I’m sure I’ll sort it all out.
And homework! I didn’t sign up for all this homework. We only get homework from some teachers and most of that is because they get sidetracked and rave on with totally unrelated rubbish for half an hour and then we have to finish the work at home. And there is one guy in the class who I’d really like to throttle sometimes. He is – The Question Asker. As soon as he opens his mouth I feel like banging my head on the table. Today at lunch I told him that he was banned from opening his mouth for the whole of the next lesson. I mean he’s a nice young guy but I just wish he’d SHUT HIS MOUTH. I mean it’s okay for the young ones in the class. They just get up, come to class, go home. Oh okay they probably do more than that but they’re still in their early twenties and live at home so it’s pretty easy. Us old girls who have families and have to work and run a hobby business and whatever else know that if he’d just shut up we’d get through the bloody work faster and wouldn’t have to add homework to the list of things we have to do when we get home. Last week three of us were standing there talking about how we were out hanging up the washing at 10pm the night before.
But I am enjoying it. Some days are more interesting than others, some days I need ten coffees to get through. Yesterday afternoon I felt drugged and the class just dragged on and on and on. One of the girls in the class told me that she thought I had ADHD with a touch of OCD. She totally meant no offence by it at all, I know exactly what she means. I like to be busy and I like to get things done there and then. I decide to do something, it’s done. I want to buy something, I own it. I’m a do-er. So the only problem I have with this course is that I can clearly see that what we are doing over six months could very easily be done in three months. But six months seems to fly by these days. Who’d have thought March would be here already.