I will talk about my day, but first, I just had one of my “funny” moments.

I get home. I get on the elevator I get off. I go to our apartment. I turn the handle… door’s open. Good, Julian must be home.

I prefer to come home to an occupied apartment. Otherwise, I get lonely.

I turn the handle, open the door, and see a completely different apartment. Almost no furnishings. Just a very ugly zebra print couch sitting in the living room. Otherwise, empty.

I am agog. Total reality crash. I think of and discard theories. Were we burgled? Did my roomies decide to REALLY clean the place up? Was I having a psychotic break?

Every office should have a psychotic breakroom, by the way.

Of course, it was much stupider (on my part) than that. The other guy in the elevator with me had pushed 5, and I live on 6. I had just gotten off the elevator the first time it came to a stop. Then I just went to where my apartment should be were I on the right floor, and then opened the door.

Really glad nobody was there to see a total stranger open their door, look utterly confused, then finally check the number on the door and realize his mistake.

These kind of things don’t happen to normal people.

Anyhow, I have the whole “getting home from Kwantlen” thing sorted. Turns out, if I had only turned left instead of right when I left KPU last night, I would have discovered that there is a stop for my beloved 405 right on the steps of the building. (Admittedly, those steps are huge. )

So I don’t have to go very far at all to catch my bus home. I pondered walking home today because the weather is GOR-geous but my legs are hella stiff from the radical increase in the amount of walking I am doing (going to “some” from “none”) and I figured walking home would be pushing it.

There was a guy with Tourette’s Syndrome at the bus stop. One thing about Tourette’s is that the symptoms are unmistakable once you know them. He tapped various parts of his body, twitched, swayed, made little grunting noises, laughed, sang the beginning three words of some Chinese song five times in a row, and muttered under his breath.

Not all at the same time, obviously. That’s not a disease, that’s an act.

I was glad I knew about the disease so I could compassionately ignore him. The last thing someone like that needs is someone looking at them like they are crazy. Tourette’s patients can no more help their tics than regular people can stop their hearts from breathing or their cells from metabolizing. Medication can help, but it’s still going to happen now and then, especially if they are under stress.

Stress is the devil.

Today I had my first class of Ideology and Politics. My reaction is… mixed. The going seemed pretty slow, but that is par for the course (so to speak) for the first day of class. The first day is always dull because you have to go through the syllabus and regulations and such. Yawn city! And yet, you dare not space out because that shit is going to be very important in the future.

Information like how to get and fulfill classwork, for instance. That’s my problem of the moment. I am not quite up with all the new technology yet, and so while I at least now know where this kind of thing can be found, I don’t feel like I really “get it” yet. And that makes me nervous. I don’t want to embarrass myself by falling behind!

After we got through the syllabus BS, the class was okay, but not thrilling. I found myself checking the clock fairly often, which is not a good sign. But the material was dry. It’s that “what is (thing the course is about)?” phase. I know what goddamned ideology is, that’s why I took the course!

Then, there was the Political Compass incident. The prof wanted us to do this Political Compass test in order for us to find out what our politics are.

I was game. But then my tablet started running super slow. Like, I would input an answer and it would take ten seconds before the button I pressed to change, let alone actually bringing me to the next question.

And the thing is, I knew this happens sometimes. But it never seemed like that big a deal until the tablet become mission critical. As a result of the slowdown, I finished the thing WAY after everyone else.

That would be no big deal, but while I was laboriously and tediously going through the quiz, my partner in the lame “interview each other” exercise was waiting for me.

She was… not ideal. She spoke very quietly, which is not good when the whole room is having discussion, and I got the feeling she was very shy.

In fact, I am pretty sure that when I was writing her answer down for one question, she was Googling the answer to the next one on her smartphone, and repeating what she had just read.

I have been very shy in my life, but I have never been “stumped for an opinion” shy. Put me in a classroom and I am bold as brass, so much so that I have to control myself or I will end up dominating the discussion.

It was always the street that was the hardest for me.

Anyhow, so we got the thing filled out and will be presenting them in class Monday.

I guess that’s my day so far. My legs feel like overstretched rubber bands, and it will likely get worse before it gets better, but I don’t care.

My body will eventually adjust to the new activity level.

Oh, right. I didn’t go straight home after class. I found a comfy spot and did a bunch of the paperwork I needed to do. Filled in as much of the disability forms as I could. The one for my student loan is surprisingly short and to the point.

In fact, if I didn’t have to get both a bank account and picture ID for it, it would be a breeze.

I will get on that tomorrow. I hope the bank account will be easyish at least. The ID… oy.

It’s like I don’t really exist.

I will talk to all you nice people again tomorrow.