"Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be."
My Monday morning started out a little rough; I couldn't find a parking space on Montrose Avenue, where I usually park, so I kept going and parked at the lot the school has near Lake Shore Drive while it's building a new multistory lot that's built into the new administrative building they're also erecting. The shuttle bus that runs between there and the school sat for over 20 minutes, so I was about ten minutes late for class, which I hate doing.
Fortunately, there were a handful of other people who were late for the same reason and the teacher didn't seem upset by it. We had a great class session. This teacher's friendly, but really rigorous. When a friend of mine in class complained about it later, I replied that I don't mind rigorous-- rigorous equals passing the state nursing boards on the first try.
We discovered that our clinicals for tomorrow are cancelled. While we have homework assignments on the "Blackboard" online system, it means that I don't have to get up at 5 am tomorrow. A one week reprieve.
I hopped on the shuttle bus and turned on my Ipod shuffle and The Mamas and the Papas' "Monday, Monday" came on. I smiled and thought how appropriate it's turning out to be, and how much I still love hearing old Mamas and Papas songs.