Every time I turn around its Monday again.
And yes it is that kind of day.
No parking spots.
Circling till running late to class.
Parking a three parking lots away.
Running, panting, and holding lots of luggage, including rain gear, notebooks, pens, water, and a phone.
Professor leaving the class.
Wondering were she is heading.
Breathing hard, I ask.
She explains that I obviously failed to look at today’s schedule since we are going to the library for a tutorial.
Do not stop to take a drink of water –desperately needed.
12:00 comes along slowly enough and I run out of class.
Forget to the bookstore for name-card.
Go to the Gym.
Not wearing sneakers.
Being kicked out till I have proper footgear.
Coming back ( yup panting again)
Come back all the machines I wanted to use – in use.
I walk around track.
Do it fast because its boring.
Running to car.
Running to work.
Doing discharge files.
Get three bad paper-cuts. (From folders = the painful type)
Bleeding, stopping to Band-Aid self.
Trying to finish up before I leave.
Do not want to be stuck doing this tomorrow.
Mondays are a ball.
Never cease to be amazed
Every Monday is a New Monday.
I am glad to have a week until the next Monday comes around.