Rambling On Break

I'm in between classes; down here in Hayes Hall dungeon, again, kinda sensing de ja vu from last week. I have a feeling this will be my Monday afternoon hangout.

My original plan was to go home between classes today, but I figured that it just wouldn't be sensible to go home for about an hour and then head back--not only because of the time and gas factors, but because I'd be taking a huge risk of getting into some mega traffic on I-70. Anyway, I decided to go to Wal-Mart over here and then mail the textbook I sold online from the Richmond Post Office. This city is so frustrating with one-ways everywhere you turn. It drives me nuts! It is a reminder that I would never function in a truly big city--say, New York or Chicago. If I didn't get ran over, I'd surely run over someone myself from being totally aloof of everything going on around me. Honestly, it stresses me out. Someone is inevitably flying up behind, whizzing around, or slamming their breaks in front of you at all times.

After four cautious creeps around the city square, I finally located the post office nearby. I was impressed with the massive building itself; not so impressed by the fact that even the post office has "one-ways" all around the building. But it did make me feel quite accomplished in knowing that I successfully found it. (It took me a couple of years to finally remember how to get to Wal-Mart from IU East, and I'm still sketchy on how to get home "the back way" sometimes!)

It is quite old news but I lost my cell phone over Labor Day weekend when my husband and I went out on the motorcycle. To make a long story short, it was found by someone from our church, lying out on the side of a country road. Well, today I finally decided I should probably check the voice messages--even though I got the phone back over a week ago. My criminal justice advisor had called on September 2nd, urging me to call him back. (He's the one I had to go speak with regarding the hateful criminal justice professor whose class I FINALLY was able to drop.) Well, anyway, I guess I'm going to have to give Bob a call. I'm a little embarrassed, but I guess it is better to be late returning a call than to not respond and have him thinking I'm dodging him or something. I'm nervous, too, though, as I have no clue what it could be about.