Delinquent

King Louis thinks I am one bad student. I was sure the class started at 6:30 and showed up to the first 2 classes at that time (wondering why he seemed to have started early and why everyone else was there with their books open at 6:25).However, I learned it started at 6. Then, just as I rudely sat down late, my cell phone rang--even though the girls were under strict instructions only to call in an emergency (Peter was teaching and Mist was babysitting), they called to ask if they could drink the rest of my diet coke! And the door locked behind me as I left to take the call--so I had to sheepishly knock to get back in. By that time I was a little flustered and my French was pretty pathetic.
I oscillate between feeling terribly pathetic and lost (academia wise) and then suddenly obsessed. I am back to my original thesis idea--the literacy of girls and the process of creative writing. I have read many fascinating articles and am already obsessed with the topic. My masters will be based on Canadian adolescence girls and I think my phd will based more on global literacy of girls.
Mist has a friend over--Nicole. Pip is playing with them. Tabs is at Holly's as her guest for "bring a friend to Brownies night." Won't see Peter and Tabs until later this evening--will take M & P to Taco Time before Mist goes to ballet.
Must study french tonight to prove to Louis that I am not a delinquent.