like clockwork

Last night, I recall, I was reflecting on how not fancy life was feeling. So OF COURSE at school tonight, I strike up a conversation with a classmate who is 26 years old, has FIVE kids at home (ages 5 through 9), and is chipping away at community college because she desperately wants to get into nursing school so that she can give them a better life.

My attitude about going to this statistics class still sucks, of course, but at least now I have the common decency to be ashamed about it.