It's back to the same ol' routine.

And back to mundane life.

Nope, not done unpacking, but time won't wait for me. So classes have taken on a will of their own, and started as time asked them to.

And slow pokes like me have to run till we're out of breath to catch up, and end up last in the race.

Work, class, home.
Or class, work, home.
Or work, work, class, home.
Or work, class, work, class, home.

Sounds boring?

Not quite! In between, I get to terrorise newbies with my hyperness, say farewell to a man who has given me "fatherly" advice, tried and failed to secure a tutoring position, and rule the upperworld and underworld of the bakery that I work in.

I likey!