Rain today. Gloomy, gray, drizzling rain. Rain that isn't hard enough to make things clean, but still gets under your umbrella and soaks your jeans and shoes on the way to class. Classical music was playing over the public address system in the El this morning. It was something I didn't recognize--vaguely sacred, like something you'd hear in church before the sermon. The station guard was standing next to his office listening, so I assumed he was the one guilty of co-opting city resources. Hearing that music lifted my spirits as I drank my morning cup of coffee, despite the rain dripping down my neck. I was ready to have a great day. I was all set to be productive.

Ha.

Crews were working on the tracks, so I got to campus too late to make the photocopies I wanted. Then I had to sit through two and a half hours of that ex-minister, family-values, new-liberal professor. It's like Sunday school, except about Hannah Arendt instead of the Bible. And I feel just as much like bolting for the door as I always did when my parents would drag me to church on Sunday. I just don't deal well with being preached at--whatever the subject. I'd rather make up my own mind, thank you.

On a happier note, my mother gave me a hundred dollars to help pay my bills this month. Yay!

Tomorrow I'm presenting the reading in my Ethics seminar. Maybe there will be music again on the train...