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.
Because it wasn't taught by the math/computer science department and because of academic politics, CS students had to take that class when I was an undergrad. They graded on attendance, so we had to show up, but we turned it into torment the poor TA hour. All his windows would run away from his mouse one day, all the text in powerpoints would get translated into pig latin the next, voice synthesizers on every machine in the classroom started shouting profanity at each other the next. I enjoyed that class very much.
They made an exception for CS students a few semesters after I took it.