Drained at Dinnertime

I’ve been home about a half hour and have finally stopped fidgeting.
Today, June 28, is three weeks into my summer classes.

At Noon, in Intermediate Algebra class, there was a 3 chapter test, with use of a graphing calculator.
It went as close to alright as I could make it, considering the first time I even turned on the calculator was one week and three trips to the Tutor Center ago.  Most of the problems dealt with a hot air balloon, its time aloft, how many feet altitude, when would it land. 
All to do with slope and points on a graph.  I filled in every blank, with what seemed like a reasonable answer.  Even when I label each axis of the graph, I still get the x and y points mixed up. They look good on the line, but which one is time and which is about how high in the air?  At least I was not the last one to leave, there were still two working when I opened the door to exit.

At 2pm, in Oral Communications, there was a 5-7 minute Speech with Visual Aid.  I chose Crochet, its history, its importance in industry, who is famous and has it as a hobby (Vanna White), and contests with monetary rewards. 
The visual aid was a poster board with different sizes of squares crocheted with various hooks and weights of yarn tacked to it, and an edging from an old pillowcase that had outlasted the fabric. 
Even though I had contests mentioned in my outline, and the word CONTESTS on my poster board, and I had a card in my hand with contests underlined, I totally forgot to mention them.  When I got to the Conclusion, it seemed a bit short, and all because I had forgotten the contents of a whole notecard and to point to the visual aid.
When I sat down, the girl beside me said I was very interesting, that I had looked up at the audience often enough.  The guy behind me liked the squares and how I explained their differences.
At the potty/smoke break, I asked the Instructor about points off for not even mentioning what was obvious on my poster, but she said to let it go, be done, the grade is set now and that if my average needs to be raised, just make sure the next Speech is better.  She’s good with the “don’t sweat it” ideas.

So, I got home just drained.  To find a note from DoF saying he was going to a certain store, and when he comes back, we should get away from the house and go out for some din-din.

Sounds like a great Plan to me.  It’s been many hours since my bowl of Cheerios with a banana sliced in.
Tomorrow is hump day for the week.  And an anniversary of sorts.  One year ago, on the next to last day of June, I was Fired from my job as a daycare teacher.  There was no way to say, back then, that in a year a graphing calculator and crochet squares would be so important.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

Update:  9:30pm same day
For supper, Husband and I went just up the street to DENNY’s, where I ordered my usual fish and fries and cole slaw and he had some kind of turkey and bacon club sandwich. 
For the last few days, he has been cleaning the outer walls of the house in preparation for a much-needed paint job.  Both of us are tired as it gets.
Right now, I have my spoon in a dish of butter pecan ice cream, while waiting for the laundry in the washer to get done so I can transfer it to the dryer and then off to bed.

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