Twofer.

This counts as Monday's. Come on, give me a break. I worked my butt off from 2:30 PM to 12 AM today! It's hard shit! I like the feeling of coming home to a hard day of work. Actually scratch that, only when the work is meaningful. I walked around the whole student center sweeping up trash, bussing every table, taking out huge bags of trash, and sanitizing doors. Repeat ad hominem. YES. After that I did all of the basic stuff: lifting tables, cleaning rooms, traveling around campus and polishing the newspaper dispensers. Whatever, it's strenuous work but easy work.

I really need to raise up my GPA so I can tutor. But then, you can only tutor in one subject, and I specialize in English, so... I don't think I'll get very good hours. I mean, it's manual labor but I got 22 hours alone this week! It's really easy to get a pretty good schedule at the Student Center.

I keep thinking I should be doing more. I don't know. I just have this weird feeling rumbling in the pit of my stomach that hey, remember all of that stuff you did in high school? Increase the workload in college. I need to train myself to focus better. The body can lift crazy heavy things, but if you try to get the mind to study a book? Shut down.

The plan for next quarter is to participate in the Humanities Tutoring Program. This quarter first and foremost, it's raising my GPA.

And that's about it. Pretty boring day, eh?