Bedtime... what bedtime?

And so it goes... Another school year has started and along with that comes the dreaded "mommmmy I can't doooooo iiiiiiiit!" His homework. He can do it. He just doesn't really want to. You see, my 9 year old son is a lot like me. We over-complicate. It works well for me in a college situation because it causes me to work harder and produce a better developed end product, but for him in 4th grade it just wastes time and nothing gets done.

And that is how we have arrived at 9:30pm with homework still far, far from completion. So be it.

Right now, this is not the end of the world. I don't have a lot of reading to do since I gave myself a head start before classes began, however come midterms this kind of whining child situation will need to be rectified. Quickly.

That said... I am in love with the Anthropology department of UC Berkeley.


I will be spending a lot of my time in this building during my first semester. The anthropology undergraduate laboratories are located here, in the basement of the Hearst gym. If you ask me, it's a rather fitting little home for the skeletons in Cal's closet so to speak. The labs and offices are hot and dim, and a little spooky. This building also houses the office of the AUA, for those of you not in the know, that would be the Anthropology Undergrad Association. I've decided that I am going to force myself on them, whether they like it or not. I even (*shudder*) offered to help the poor thing who is renovating the website. It also seems that after today's meeting I might be unofficially in charge of organizing kid friendly events for the AUA due to the fact that, well... I have a kid. I'm not sure that I would be able to do all of this if it wasn't for the fact that the majority of these people are in two of my four classes and they are all ridiculously helpful and nice and all of those things that you don't usually expect strangers to be.

So. I have to get through tomorrow and then I will have successfully completed two full weeks as a Cal student. I feel a combination of total impostor and right at home. It's an odd mix.