Count down

It has been almost three months since my last Uni class. I am boared out of my mind. I guess I am lucky that 3 days working a week puts me in a comfortable financial position and goodness knows more then about 25 hours cooking makes me feel like I am selling my soul. I have this love hate relationship with cooking, mostly I hate doing it commercially but if I don't do some time in a kitchen my home kitchen gets a real working out. This might not sound like a bad thing but cooking can be a very expensive hobby. So working more hours is out of the question. Mr. Ovum has been on my case all holidays about getting more hours and has only just given up on that one. Next year I might do a summer semester to fill the gap and maybe graduate before I am 30.

On Tuesday we had to allocate our classes. Imagine this, 500 eager 1L's clicking on refresh over and over until it gets 'turned on' at 9am. Everyone is fighting for the choice classes and there is only so many places to be had. Last semester on the way home from grocery shopping in the late afternoon it hit me that the class allocation system was turned on that morning, needless to say last semester I had the worst timetable. This time i has my class sheet with the codes (they use the course codes not the names just to trip you up a little) all mapped out and highlighted ready to go. Just a little obsessive compulsive I know but it worked a treat. I have Tuesdays totally free, with this free day I can day dream about casual work in a law firm or spend the day outlining my courses both of which will be trumped by the idea of a nice long uninterrupted sleep in.

I went back into the law book shop to price the remaining subjects on and &*!@ one subject that only runs for half the year has three mandatory textbooks that come to $300 - what a rip job. Contracts text books come to $200 and Foundations is $150. My entire pay this week will be put towards the purchase of text books. HOORAY! :-(.

Until next time