Tracy, the volunteer coordinator at PARC, every few months checks in with me to see how the classes are going. I told her that attendance is very low, and though I’m glad to offer my services, I wouldn’t be heartbroken if she decided to cancel the Friday yoga classes. I’m almost disappointed that she didn’t. Anyway, it was no surprise that no one showed up for my class on Friday.
After non-class I
went up to Social Services to hand in my income report. Fortunately they don’t
require a copy of a cheque stub anymore because I can’t access my payroll
account to see my online stubs. The OCADU website won’t recognize my password.
This is the third time I’ve had problems getting into the system since they
brought the direct deposit system in back in January. I get the money all right
but I just can’t get to my records.
I spent most of the
day working on writing down ideas for my essay. I’ve only written a little more
than one more page in one day. To be fair, I did tweak some of the text that
was already there and edited out other parts, but it has to be seven pages and
I’ve got just over four. I feel a little worried about getting it done by
Tuesday, but I keep reminding myself that last fall I sat down with a half a
page of notes on the morning of the night my Science Fiction essay was due,
wrote for eleven hours straight and ended up with an A-plus. I’ve got basically
three days this time.
I watched another
Buster Keaton short silent film. This one was called “The Blacksmith”. The
funniest scene was when a woman brings her horse in and says it needs new
shoes. The skit that follows involves Keaton climbing a ladder to bring boxes
of horseshoes down from shelves to show the horse. The boxes are shoeboxes that
he opens up for her but she keeps shaking her head until he finds a horseshoe
for her that fastens on with a stylish strap.
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