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Yesterday morning the apartmentmate without LJ and I went to run an errand of hers and to acquire a recycling bin. Said recycling bin is making me very happy, or at least very pleased.
I didn't go to BORG, OR the shiur that was at the same time that I'd thought of going to instead of going to BORG, and instead took a short nap. But I forgot to turn On my alarm once I set it, so I was a minute or two late to the Open Beit Midrash. But that went well, and I was impressed with how much Or Rose, who was teaching it, had grown as a teacher since he TA's my Hasidism class taught by Prof. Green, sophomore year. He's turned into one of those teachers with a voice quality and intonation pattern that just keep you hooked by voice alone- he'd make a fabulous storyteller. (I don't know how one develops that skill. If I could figure it out, I'd feel Very much more confident about this whole academia-as-a-career-path-that-I-can-do-well-in business.) I came home and was quite unproductive, but at least I got my shower.
I went to bed, and very carefully set my alarm clock. Incorrectly. While being very careful to set the alarm for AM instead of PM, since I'd messed up before, I set my alarm for 7pm. So it didn't go off this morning. That's TWICE in 12 hours that I messed up when I needed to get up. SO I woke up at 7:43, and was positive that I'd missed minyan, and might as well go back to sleep, and felt terribly guilty, since I was supposed to be reading Torah this morning. I layed back down, and felt like something was still wrong. I kept thinking about it, and then finally realized that 7:45 was when minyan Started, not when it ended, and so I rushed around insanely, and half-ran/half-walked to minyan without brushing my hair, and got there partway through Sh'ma, and did my layning, and felt somewhat better, if rather out of breath.
And now I have a Yiddish quiz to finish studying for, and dishes to do and recycling to assemble and a presentation to prepare for tomorrow. Blargh.
I didn't go to BORG, OR the shiur that was at the same time that I'd thought of going to instead of going to BORG, and instead took a short nap. But I forgot to turn On my alarm once I set it, so I was a minute or two late to the Open Beit Midrash. But that went well, and I was impressed with how much Or Rose, who was teaching it, had grown as a teacher since he TA's my Hasidism class taught by Prof. Green, sophomore year. He's turned into one of those teachers with a voice quality and intonation pattern that just keep you hooked by voice alone- he'd make a fabulous storyteller. (I don't know how one develops that skill. If I could figure it out, I'd feel Very much more confident about this whole academia-as-a-career-path-that-I-can-do-well-in business.) I came home and was quite unproductive, but at least I got my shower.
I went to bed, and very carefully set my alarm clock. Incorrectly. While being very careful to set the alarm for AM instead of PM, since I'd messed up before, I set my alarm for 7pm. So it didn't go off this morning. That's TWICE in 12 hours that I messed up when I needed to get up. SO I woke up at 7:43, and was positive that I'd missed minyan, and might as well go back to sleep, and felt terribly guilty, since I was supposed to be reading Torah this morning. I layed back down, and felt like something was still wrong. I kept thinking about it, and then finally realized that 7:45 was when minyan Started, not when it ended, and so I rushed around insanely, and half-ran/half-walked to minyan without brushing my hair, and got there partway through Sh'ma, and did my layning, and felt somewhat better, if rather out of breath.
And now I have a Yiddish quiz to finish studying for, and dishes to do and recycling to assemble and a presentation to prepare for tomorrow. Blargh.