Fortunately, the Economics professor isn’t in our group, so there would be no benefit to indulging in any ass-kicking. Mind you, the temptation is still there.
There are six groups that have to make presentations to the class scattered throughout the next couple weeks. We’re Group #1, which means that this upcoming Monday, we have to:
- Give our presentation
- Submit an 8-10 page paper about it
- Take the midterm exam
Translation: this week is going to be shitty. What provides with a few bonus points is that I have plans every single day until then.
Wednesday: haircut & dinner with friends I haven’t seen in months
Thursday: presentation by the CEO of Buffalo Wild Wings & trivia
Friday: dinner with Mensa Gen-X group (I could have played pool for a couple hours with a Meetup group, but I chose dinner with my peeps)
Saturday: meeting with family to celebrate a few birthdays, mine included (seeing a movie at the Science Museum, then dinner)
Sunday: book reading for a friend (this is my second chance—I missed the one three weeks earlier)
If you’ll flash back with me almost eight years ago, there were two “beauties” sitting on a bed, saying that one of the “geeks” only went out two times a month. That was me. Two nights every month and that was it. Now my schedule is getting filled up when I need it to be flexible.
Our group talked it over before class yesterday and decided that we’re going to meet on Thursday afternoon. If our discussion lasts so long that I have to miss the presentation, well, that’s one more thing I’ll probably blame on the professor. Plus I’ll miss eating wings from BWW afterward, which would doubly suck.
For the sake of our class presentation, we’ll meet again on Saturday—as long as I can get to the Science Museum on time, that’s not such a big deal. Still, the fact that I’m so busy after only going out two nights a month… I’m not sure if this is Alanis Morissette-esque irony or actual irony, but it’s still worth a few bonus points.
On a more positive note, the professor made a comment during class that I had to write down: Microeconomics is like sex. You have to do it slowly.
Naturally, my brain immediately took that in the wrong direction: Microeconomics is like sex. You have to do it slowly, but sometimes you come up with an answer too quickly and disappoint your professor.
