I bought a fancy brand-new laptop (it's super light! it's blue! It has a backlit keyboard!) because I'm going to need to download software for my grad program. I was excited to get to use it for tonight's online class chat because it meant I didn't have to bring my work laptop home, and I didn't have to use the ancient Dell I have (yes, ancient by like 6 years or something. that's ancient for laptops, amirite?). Joke's on me. The program we have to use doesn't work with Chrome, and my laptop doesn't have Internet Explorer. If you even try to activate IE on it, it tells you you should really be using Edge, the new browser designed specifically for Windows 10. Of course, I tried Firefox, but it turns out that the new versions of Firefox don't support Java. What. The ever-loving. Fuck.
I had to turn on my old Dell and plug the dang thing in, and strain a bicep carrying it between rooms to avoid the barky dogs. And it's slow. Really slow. But it worked, and I was only about 5 minutes "late" for the chat session. Kudos to me, too. I answered a question asked during the session, and because I have hella cool typing skillz, I was the first to answer and got the bonus points. It's really scary how much I felt validated by the praise. I maybe should look into doing something about that.
Last week, I was certain that I would sign up for the upcoming 8-week class that fulfills another pre-requisite I have. Let's get this dang degree over with! This weekend, I decided I would definitely not do that after all. I miss spending time with my husband! Now today, I'm thinking maybe I actually should sign up for the class... Things at work may change for the worse and I might want to get out quick. I guess I can always apply for something with a master's degree in progress, though, right?
Someone at the office told me grad school is all about time management. Well, I can totally see that. I have been slacking off way less since I started classes. I don't sit around on the weekends anymore, I study. I'm going to try to limit myself to no more than 2 hours studying on weeknights, though. I miss my husband, and I think he misses me, too.
