Bad Case of the Mondays

Garfield was right. I know he's a fictional cat in a comic strip, but oh the wisdom behind that furry basketball of a feline. Between his love of lasagna and his hatred of Mondays, who would dare criticize him? Who would want to? I happen to love a delicious slice of lasagna, carefully prepared all day (or stuck in the oven from the package) and Mondays? Don't get me started.

It seems particularly bad this semester. Possibly due to the work load that is associated with the dreaded day. On a normal Monday here in London, I get up around 8:00 a.m. (I know, my life is so hard) and head out to class at 9:30. Class consists of scribbling notes, rain or shine, while running around London following our tutor. It's fun at times, but quite exhausting. Class ends about 12:00 or 12:30. We break for lunch. For a lucky few, the day ends there. Mine continues on. I have a second class after lunch, another three hours. This class often has less walking and more lecture, depending on the day. I get done at 4:00 if I'm lucky, 4:30 if I'm not.

Oh, how I wish my day ended there. Mondays are my heaviest homework days. After some supper, I head up to my room and study and work. Throughout this semester I have had two projects due a week with my partner. Can you guess what day they're due? Yep, that's right, midnight on Monday. Whoo...(note the sarcasm). So, I give it over to Garfield, who knows exactly what I'm talking about.

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