Awake

Massage School: Day One

Had my first class today, Massage I, at East West College. Getting there by 8 was no problem until I boarded the train at 7:13 am at the Sunset Transit Center and we proceeded nowhere for five whole minutes due to a "medical emergency" at Washington Park. "Five minutes" doesn't mean a lot at work, but it means a great deal for class since we are credited by "clock hours" and lateness and absence records are a big deal. So I panicked, bailed on the Max, walked back home and drove to class. I should have stayed on the Max. As soon as I reached the freeway, speeding along at 10 miles per hour, the trains started going again. Arg! (It's never enough, I tell you. Never.) I made it to class on time, but I've learned my lesson. I'm transforming myself into a morning person and will leave my house by 6:30 am and will be not frazzled by the periodic dissolution of punctuality which comes from unforseen circumstances and is, fair to say, inevitable in the realm of public transportation. By leaving a half-hour early, I'll have time for breakfast and a little reading beforehand. Preparation: good. Punctuality: good. Panicking: no good. So hopefully my new plan will fall into place spectacularly tomorrow morning.

Oh yes, and the class was great. I'm really looking forward to this term. Massage I is Monday and Wednesday mornings and Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday evenings are devoted to Kinesiology.