Student SPHere 2008-09

It was a fantastic weekend:

- Twins game (awesome seats)
- Dog park (lots of mud, drool, excitement)
- Chatterbox brunch (mmm cinnamon french toast)
- The Visitor (great! A-...maybe an A)
- Achieving "bodybuilder" status on the Wii Fit (well, on one exercise...)

There was only one thing missing: homework.

I don't know about anyone else--and I realize I'm going to get over this reeeeeally soon--but I have a LOT of trouble cracking open the books on the weekends. It's not a general productivity issue; I can blaze through Saturday errands like a champ. And it's not that I don't try. But for some reason it's like my brain just can't understand the Health Belief Model on Saturdays or Sundays. I do the thing where I read half a chapter, then pause and realize I have no idea what I just read (but do, usually, know exactly what the people outside the window were talking about, what I want to do for the rest of the day, what I'm making for dinner). So I quit.

Thankfully I only have class three days a week, and my Mondays and Fridays are free. Even though I spend a lot of those days at home in my PJs, I don't have the same problem. I spent all day yesterday working on a take-home exam for Community Health Theory & Practice, and, with a few lunch/dog-walking/Wii breaks, I was totally fine. On Friday, I'll load up the couch with books and chug away. But Saturday? Painful. Sunday? Excruciating. I need my decompression time.

I realize I won't always be this lucky with my class schedule. And I'm taking a one-credit, all-day Saturday class on the 11th and 18th (Sexuality Education: Criteria, Curricula, and Controversy -- so excited!). So I know I'm going to have to get over it. Like, now.

Goodbye, sleeping in...