my name is not mary poppins.

Tuesdays and Thursdays are always my longest day. I start the day off with math, which was in retrospect a horrible idea (math, as previously stated, is my antithesis). I transition into Psychology, which is a class I thoroughly enjoy. I end my day here, in English, which is also in my area of (at least mild) interest. Although two of the three classes are enjoyable, by the time four or so hours have gone by, I am exhausted.
A few months ago, the high-school me would be aghast at the fact that I was complaining about four hours of school. High school was roughly eight hours of authoritative restriction, twice the time and a quarter of the freedom. However, it is human nature to complain. We are never satisfied with what we have. Nevertheless, I still reserve the right (though I've not earned it) to whine about the meager 'long' day I have ahead of (mostly behind) me.
I am definitely not looking forward to the after-school activities I have to 'look forward' to this afternoon. I'm cleaning my house up this week, which is on my top-ten list of things I abhor. I've always been opposed to dirt and sticky things, which cleaning tends to involve. I'm unphased by blood, guts, and gore (which is probably why I'm becoming a nurse), but dust bunnies and trash have made me gag on several occasions.
The good definitely accompanies the bad, though. I definitely love the feeling of a clean house (which I don't experience near enough, since I have three bad little cats), and I am looking forward to that. So, hopefully by the end of the day I will have a clean house and a better mood.
Let's hope I do.