I Was So Busy Being Excited, I Forgot to be Scared.
I have officially made it through my first week back as a student.
I don't know how I'll survive the rest, but the first week is done. That's what counts, right?
It's kind of funny. I have been dying to get back into school because I'm frustrated with things going on with me right now and I want to accomplish so many things. I knew that the best way to deal with it was to get the right education for the job. I knew that getting a Special Education degree would change my life.
I never thought about how getting the Special Education degree would change my life.
What I mean by that is that I, like many people, am a creature of habit. When I prepared for school, I thought about all these things that I would need to change in order to do that. I know that the first habit I'll drop like it's hot is exercise. So this week, I paid special attention to scheduling exercise and making sure I ate good food (it was worth it - I lost almost two pounds!). I know I get anxious at work sometimes, so I made sure that I had one task to focus on every day but everything else was done ahead of time. I ordered my books the second they were listed. I changed my work schedule.
I never thought about the little things. For example, I make my To Do list every night at 9:24. How am I supposed to do that if I'm in class until 10? If I'm leaving work late on Thursdays, how can I write my weekly goals at 5:00 while waiting for my Weight Watcher meetings to start? If I have a million pages to read in my textbook, when am I going to read this month's ER book? If I'm using my vacation time to conduct class observations, what will I use for vacation?
Small details never occurred to me.
I could be concerned. I probably should be concerned. Tomorrow, I will no doubt be stressed and planning my little brain out just to find loopholes and extra minutes to do everything. Tonight I am just happy that I made it through the first week, and I want to finish a chapter of my reading. As Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day."
Nette away.
I don't know how I'll survive the rest, but the first week is done. That's what counts, right?
It's kind of funny. I have been dying to get back into school because I'm frustrated with things going on with me right now and I want to accomplish so many things. I knew that the best way to deal with it was to get the right education for the job. I knew that getting a Special Education degree would change my life.
I never thought about how getting the Special Education degree would change my life.
What I mean by that is that I, like many people, am a creature of habit. When I prepared for school, I thought about all these things that I would need to change in order to do that. I know that the first habit I'll drop like it's hot is exercise. So this week, I paid special attention to scheduling exercise and making sure I ate good food (it was worth it - I lost almost two pounds!). I know I get anxious at work sometimes, so I made sure that I had one task to focus on every day but everything else was done ahead of time. I ordered my books the second they were listed. I changed my work schedule.
I never thought about the little things. For example, I make my To Do list every night at 9:24. How am I supposed to do that if I'm in class until 10? If I'm leaving work late on Thursdays, how can I write my weekly goals at 5:00 while waiting for my Weight Watcher meetings to start? If I have a million pages to read in my textbook, when am I going to read this month's ER book? If I'm using my vacation time to conduct class observations, what will I use for vacation?
Small details never occurred to me.
I could be concerned. I probably should be concerned. Tomorrow, I will no doubt be stressed and planning my little brain out just to find loopholes and extra minutes to do everything. Tonight I am just happy that I made it through the first week, and I want to finish a chapter of my reading. As Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day."
Nette away.