Listening to a book on CD as I drive to school, I think about all the things I am going to do when I’m a nurse. Wear rubber gloves. Wear scrubs. I will put my hands on icky things. Help people. Maybe I could volunteer somewhere now since I have to wait for the rescue squad to get my background check and it could take weeks. I don’t know why I’m bored. I’m very busy.
I pass a cop as I order my iced coffee and think would it be interesting to work in a jail. Maybe I could volunteer to help women prisoners who can’t read learn. But I have my own little women to help. Maybe I should just focus on them and school for now.
School is hard. I am working fast in math busting through problems about copper alloy concentrations and freight train speeds. It’s really difficult but I’m learning it. Will I remember it?
Psychology, something that you would think would come easy to me, does not. I got a D on my second test. This one was multiple choice and much harder than the open book written one I took prior. I don’t think I studied enough. I didn’t realize the date was approaching so quickly. I have to be practically perfect on everything from here out.
Philosophy is mind numbingly dull and I wonder what I was thinking when I chose it. I wish I’d taken Spanish instead. The professor drones on, pauses for questions, but what is there to ask? Plato’s theory of forms makes no sense to me. An apple is only an apple because we recognize its “appleness” makes not a lick of sense to me. An apple is a fucking apple because it’s an apple.
I’m taking a “student development” course that was called study skills 20 years ago. I remember because I took it back in ’95. Now it’s modernized and online instead of in a classroom. Critical thinking, goal setting and time management. If I haven’t figured these out in 39 years, am I going to now?
Maybe I should apply at Kroger and work a couple of nights a week. They’re hiring. Trapped in a grocery store for hours with no view of the skyline sounds like torture. Nevermind. I’d probably just eat my profits anyway.
I’ll think of something. Found a Lilly Pulitzer sweater at the Goodwill the other day. I really need an online store of my own. Got to ask my friend how I set that up again. It was like this blog thing but for selling. I could sell shit with witty little descriptions and the proceeds could feed into my checking account. Hmm, something to think about.
For now it’s back to ratios, increases, and decreases. The guy next to me reeks of cigarette smoke. I should move but I won’t.