You'd think I'd be used to sitting it classes by now. I mean, I had 13 years of primary education, 4 years of college and a year of law school. And yet, I get up in the morning and think, "Ugh. I have to go to class again." Why do I think this way? I am here voluntarily, as it were, so you'd think that I would WANT to be here. And, to be honest, it is not like I have to get up early. I mean, my earliest actual class is at 11, so I could really just get up at like 9:45, hop in the shower and be out by 10:15 or so to catch the bus. But alas, I wake up, and grumble grumble, I battle with going to class. **sigh**

Wouldn't it be nice if we all went to school, or jobs, or whatever, because we really liked going? Like if I got to go to classes because they were fun? Because I truly enjoyed the learning I was going to that day? I suppose that is a bit idealistic. Because, as far as I can tell, no one really LOVES their job. Sure, there are some people that like their jobs. They lucked out to find a place in the world that they are truly happy in. But even those people don't always LOVE their jobs. Maybe they get cruddy pay, or maybe it sucks the life out of the rest of your day. So I guess Dennis Leary really is right. People expect to be happy all the time, and in reality, happiness comes in small doses. Like a cookie. Or a hug from a friend. Or being told you did a good job. Or that lovely tickly feeling that you get from helping someone else. Hmmmm... I guess that I need to just stick with bouncing from happy bubble to happy bubble. And then life will be grand. Until then, I'll just go back to class...