Maybe a Chip in My Head Like Spike Had

In the current incarnation of our academic calendar, Monday is Administrative Day. Classes don’t meet, and faculty all have our meetings. Instructors will know how this kind of thing gets written, via the weekly workings of the Hive Mind, into one’s DNA. No classes Monday.

But this term, Elementary Greek meets Monday mornings at 8:30 a.m. (the result of a complicated, meeting-date-to-be-arranged situation). And my habit is to prepare the previous Thursday, so that Research Friday is left alone and the weekend can be spent poking at longer-term projects.

And so, every Sunday evening for the last three weeks, I’ve startled awake just before dropping off and yelped, “GREEK!”

So I’m totally setting an iCal alarm to alert me to the remaining sessions, synching with my phone and iPod to give me a three-machine alarm along about Sunday dinner. Because let’s face it, my subconscious has already outperformed itself bailing me out on this one.

[Maybe a Chip in My Head Like Spike Had was written by G. Brooke Lester for and was originally posted on 2011/03/07. Except as noted, it is © 2011 G. Brooke Lester and licensed for re-use only under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0.]

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