Sleeping, Grades, and one bad joke.

She didn't sleep as well last night. The second time she woke up, Horyon pushed me out of bed, so I went and took care of her.

Then I put her back to sleep the way I did the previous night: I let her cry in bed for a bit. This time it lasted maybe five minutes before she was out, and she stayed out until morning.

I finished my grades today, and entered them into the university computer system.

Funny thing about my university; they call themselves "Kyungsung Digital University", as though "digital" was their middle name. Before this semester, I always had to submit my grades on paper forms. I calculated them on a computer, wrote them on paper, and someone else entered them on a computer. I figured "digital" meant that we were using our fingers a lot. So finally this semester we entered our grades for ourselves. And I finished today. Only one day late. Not bad for me. And I finished by around 7:30 p.m. Early for me, considering some of my deadline stories. Here's my favorite:

My first semester I misunderstood the deadline, realizing that they were due on the very day that I was supposed to turn them in. It was late June, and I was in an unairconditioned office all day, until late at night. If you consider 4 a.m. late at night. Some consider it early in the morning. So I finished, got on my bicycle, and rode home. When I arrived, I found that the elevator was not working. So I walked up the stairs. Nineteen floors. Carrying my bicycle. By the time I got to our apartment, I was dripping with the sweat and stink of a long, hot day. I was so ready for a shower that it really wasn't surprising that there was no running water. No electricity = no water pump to fill the tank on the roof of the building that provides water for our shower, sink and other various faucets. So I lay down on the living room floor, in a shallow pool of my own sweat, with a fan blowing on me. I can't remember whether I slept or not. I may have just entered one of those vision quest kind of things where my spiritual guide told me to not be such an idiot in the future. No doubt if I had remembered that I could have avoided such predicaments later. But I didn't, so the predicaments kept whacking me in the head like the branches in a forest you run through at night.

My last adventure saw me locked in our office building late at night, convinced that if there was a fire I would die because the doors were all chained shut. Took me about 15 minutes to realize that if they were all chained from the inside there simply must have been someone in there with me. It could have turned into a horror movie plot, but it just turned into sheepishly waking up the guard to let me out.

You know what John the Baptist and Winnie the Pooh have in common?

That's right. If you remember the first part of this post, or if you were at one of the sermons given during First Christian Church's 150th anniversary last summer, you already know the answer: they have the same middle name.

My father-in-law has been sick this week, which contributed in part to my tardiness in preparing my grades. Speaking of which, my stomach is suddenly not happy with me. I gotta cut this short.

Peace,

Rob