On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, class starts 20 miles away at 7am and goes until noon. Then there's an hour to drive 25 miles in a different direction for class from 1pm until 4pm. Then it's half an hour home. On Tuesdays there's another three hours from 6:30pm to 9:30pm. Sunday night was about four hours of sleep between a birth and the kid acting up. Monday night was about five and a half, just buttoning stuff down. Last night was another birth so... three. Friday I'll get a nap. On Friday there's no afternoon class. The day only has a 50-mile commute instead of a 75. It's interesting being in not-engineering classes. I heard the phrase "triangle math" today (because nobody - including the instructor - has taken Trig) and Monday the art instructor took half an hour to explain the earth-shattering concept of "lefty-loosie righty-tighty" in order to get a bunch of benighted art students to successfully wrangle their easels in position. We were admonished to take a picture of the chalk board with the assignment on it, but not before writing it down - "because writing it down helps you remember which makes you a better student -that's the secret of 4.0 students" Bitch, if they can't remember 'self portrait and a 5-step charcoal gradation on Monday' fuckin' writing it down ain't gonna help. These fuckers be flippin' burgers by 2019. Meanwhile I walk past a classroom that uses drawings of a project I did drawings for as decoration, and the best manual lathe in the raggedyshit UW Machine Shop back when I was taking/teaching there is now the best manual lathe in the multi-million-dollar CNC shop I'm in now. Still has the "property of the University of Washington" sticker on it. It was 50 years old then; it's almost 70 now. I may have even said "hello old friend" to it. And every morning I walk through a building I helped design. It's really fuckin' easy. "triangle math." But when you unexpectedly need to take your kid 5 miles south before you can get on the road at 6am to get to class by 7 it throws off your whole goddamn day. Attendance is something like 25% of the grade in every class I'm taking. Which should be awesome, right? Except it means I'm effectively living out of my car for the next ten weeks. At least it's a Porsche.