posted 2006/08/12 at 17:18
I can still remember the things I used to do on Saturdays as a kid: Getting up early to watch the weekly Australian Rules Football recap show at six in the morning on ESPN, Saturday morning cartoons, the old WWF syndicated shows, then going out shopping with my father, usually hitting up the arcade at the big mall a few miles from here to play games like Pengo, Jr. Pac-Man, and of course Skeeball.
Flash forward to today. I can't catch the AFL's recap show because it's on some Fox Sports channel that I don't get here in Toledo, the cartoons aren't anywhere near as good, I have no interest in professional wrestling anymore, and even if I go out shopping for some reason it's not with my father because he's either working in his office or working out in the yard. This isn't even getting into how late I tend to wake up on Saturdays because I stay up so late Friday nights. (Before anyone gets any ideas about the last part of that sentence, I'm usually up in a fit of self-loathing; it's not like I'm going out drinking or partying or anything like that.)
Still, somehow the sun seems to shine a little bit brighter on Saturday. Somehow there's still this child-like feeling in me that says, no matter what I need to get done, I should kick back, put my feet up, and relax on a Saturday. Maybe once I'm out of school and teaching full-time I can do that, but for now ... well, the semester starts a week from Monday, and I haven't gotten anywhere near as far on the MA exam reading list or my Japanese studies as I'd like. Le sigh. Le weep.
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