I had no time to post today. We had new windows put in our house, and that is an incredibly loud and disruptive operation. Thankfully, it's almost done. Now we just have to put this place back together. School was closed for the holiday, so my neighbor and I took our kids to see "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" to get them out of the house. I'm easily amused, because I laughed my head off at that movie. Of course, being surrounded by kids who are gasping for breath because they're laughing so hard will make a person laugh at almost anything. But still, I'd have laughed anyway.
In class, we've moved from Marxist to Feminist criticism. Basically, every modern school of critical thought involves sticking it to the man in one way or another. With every class I take, I have about two weeks of panic in which I wonder why I'm doing this, is it too late to drop the class, seriously WHY am I doing this, I'll never manage this workload, blah blah blah, and then the clouds lift and I suddenly feel like it's all manageable. I'm still waiting for that moment. Yes, I know I don't have a job anymore, but it's still hard every time. I get discouraged when I think of how many more classes I have in front of me, so I have to think of what I've accomplished since September 2007. This is my eighth class, and I have a perfect GPA. I'm going to persevere.
Speaking of perseverance, I have finally worn down the Whirlpool Corporation. After several days of phone conversations followed by lengthy emails, I was informed on Friday that they're going to do the repairs at their expense, including parts and labor, as a "goodwill gesture". Ha ha ha ha ha! You call it whatever you want to call it, Whirl-fools...I win, suckas!
That was a totally prosaic post, but this was a rather prosaic weekend. My mind is working in a very linear and literal fashion right now, so you're getting straight reportage. I might have something more interesting cooking soon...stay tuned.