I am currently taking three classes. One meets each Monday, one each Tuesday, and one each Wednesday, for three hours each I might add. My mind, and body, have become conditioned to where Wednesday now feels like Friday to me. I find myself wiggling in my chair, tapping my pencil, looking at the clock, and getting off task on my laptop. Yup, at about 5:30 yesterday I hopped onto Google reader to read your blog updates and drop some comments. Facebook got a little visit too.
It was while I was on facebook that an IM popped up. It was from my oldest son, who was sitting in class across campus somewhere.
I can't stand this class anymore.
So I typed back. I am tired and can't concentrate today.
Yeah, we went and passed out 2000 fliers for our show tomorrow. Took some time.
Hey, are you eating enough? Do you need some groceries?
Nah, I'm good. Thanks, Mom. XO
This whole note-passing thing is alive and kicking. The form has changed, but the purpose and outcome remains the same. And I wonder what part of the lecture I missed.