I am a day late but hopefully not a dollar short....

Happy bdays Jilli!

The nice thing about college is if you don't want to wake yourself up in the morning, there are usually ways to avoid having early morning classes. I think I had 1 class that started before 11 in my entire 4 years.

You and me both, baby.

When I was a senior in high school and my friend was a freshman in college, I'd call him every morning to wake him up for his 8am French class. I had to be up anyway so it worked out. Sometimes his stoner roommate would answer and be all "He's asleep." I'd say I KNOW! That's why I'm calling. Anyway, it helped him pass the class...but didn't end up keeping him in school.

The nice thing about college is if you don't want to wake yourself up in the morning, there are usually ways to avoid having early morning classes. I think I had 1 class that started before 11 in my entire 4 years.

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One of the things about acting school being so nice and "easy" was that Monday, Wednesday, and Friday we had studio which was eight hours long and started, at the latest, at 9:00. We also weren't allowed to miss studio so we'd watch our friends and roommates go off on three day weekends without us all. the. time. sighhhh

G-d, I loved it. Every minute.

Yeah, my sister takes three dance classes a day starting at 8:00 a.m., five days a week.

I thought Tech was hard, but it was nothing on the pain art students face.

I took one 8 a.m. class freshman year. Psych 101 lecture. With about 600 of my fellow classmates. I think I made it there twice. There was some kind of small group lab or something in the afternoon, so I went to that and managed to pass the class.

My first two semesters of college I had 8:00 am calculus four days a week. It only ever bothered me when people on my wing kept me up late with the party noise the night before. Sometimes they'd intentionally keep me awake by cranking music while refusing to close their doors and by bouncing a golf ball against my wall.

I was not happy in the dorms.

One of my roommates always took 8 a.m. classes so she would get up and blast my Smiths tape loudly while she got ready. I learned to sleep through it.

my first semester roommate liked to go to bed early (well, 11PM is early at college) I, on the other hand was a night owl. Despite the fact that she was a bitch, when I came in at night/early morning, I would try to be quiet, and I would crack the door, so that the light from the hallway would spill into the room and I could see to get my contact stuff, undress, etc. One night she turned over and snapped "would you close the door!" So, I closed the door and turned on the light. Her choice. Oh, how we hated her.

Oh, my freshman roomie was evil. He threw stuff at me. Once he threatened me with a bow and arrow.

We had our parent/teacher conference yesterday. Emmett did very well, scoring 3s on most things but already at 4 for a large number of math items. (3 means he's at grade level, 4 means he's already performing at the level he needs to go to 5th grade). He got a 2 on multiplication tables, however. Which we did last year, and just need to drill him on again.

Emmett's teacher this year is very easy going and friendly, Berkeley gal, experienced teacher. She clearly really enjoys her students, and gave us a very detailed and nuanced evaluation on everything from his reading comprehension to his art projects to his social interactions with his classmates. There was some fun/interesting conversation about how the boys and girls are starting to acknowledge the opposite sex in fourth grade, and how Emmett and Charlotte requested to be at the same table. (Then we had to go look at a picture of Charlotte.)

And yeah, he's going to a public school.