I’m No Gandhi
I’ve found that sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is actually a runaway train coming to smack you in the head. For the past few weeks, I’ve been rather proud of myself because I am so close to finishing school. Last week, however, the school and work combo finally caught up with me. Wednesday I almost starting crying because I was so tired. No, that is not the most mature response to stress, but it felt rather appropriate.
Strangely, I wasn’t facing anything out of the ordinary. I just had become overly frustrated with the fact I need to schedule sleep. Also, as of late, I feel like school and the new gig requires that I read 24/7, or at least the 19 hrs that I am awake. Instead of having a public breakdown I buckled down headed on to class after work, just like every other day. Since I don’t generally check my personal email during work, I didn’t get the message that our regular professor would not be there. Instead, his (rather boring) co-professor would present. In peaceful protest, I pulled out my piece of sh*t laptop and credit card and then proceeded to buy a new computer thru MacMall, while he lectured. Ordinarily, I would not be so rude, but for some reason it felt very deviant and self-indulgent. I know. I don’t get out much - thus my feeling of overwhelmness. (Is overwhelmness a word? It is now.) Now I am typing on my new computer.
I registered for Fall classes over the weekend. It does not look like I will be able to finish school this calendar year. All the classes I need to take are offered at the same time. At first I was a annoyed, but I figure it has taken me this long, I can hang in there another semester. I think the idea of taking 3 classes in one semester was also stressing me out.
