Ten weeks... ten weeks..
Every day I attend school, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of panic. I have to remind myself that I CAN, in fact, get through this.
There is so much. Classes that I thought I would enjoy, I hate. Work that I hoped would be reasonable isn't, or it's a waste of time. I haven't gone to a single friend's birthday party this year, which makes me feel like a jerk and then makes me wonder why I should try to throw a graduation party.
I haven't been salsa dancing, I haven't gone out with friends more than a handful of times, and it feels like I haven't done anything this year that most people who are twenty-something do on a weekly basis. I've turned down five subbing opportunities (and thus, five hundred dollars) because of my field experience.
Long story short, I am very, very, very stressed out.
I keep reminding myself that I only have ten weeks left... Only ten weeks left, and then I get to graduate. Then I get to be a "normal" person--until student teaching, anyway, lol. That ten weeks translates into 20 classes times four equals eighty more classes. Equals three midterms, two fifteen page academic papers, one final exam, five British novels, four text books, three Plath novels, ten mini-essays, four modules, one faux-teacher work sample, a cumulative 3-day reading plan, and one final TBD lesson.
Oh--and any busy work that they throw in there for funsies.
At the same time, mom managed to practically break her "good" leg WHILE IN THE HOSPITAL and is now in a nursing home, I barely speak to my father these days due to the fact that he prefers his prostitute to his family, and I miss my friends like hell, but don't want to bore them with these mundane complaints. Thus, stress, stress, and more stress.
There is good news, though: Fletcher bought a house for us. It's beautiful, on a sunny cul-de-sac next to the tennis courts and swimming pool, and I couldn't be more excited to have a two-car garage. Fletcher has been super awesome in handling any and all of my stress, thank goodness... I am truly blessed to have built such a healthy, happy relationship. Any serious rough patches subsided in January, and since then, it's been absolutely wonderful.
Also, Tristen and Ronni have been absolute God-sends to me in my frazzled, stressed-out, teachery-ness. It's immensely helpful to have other people around you who are going through the same things, are feeling the same stress, and yet are also persevering.
I graduate in ten weeks. Just ten weeks. Then, maybe, I can be a real person for a few days... Oi.
There is so much. Classes that I thought I would enjoy, I hate. Work that I hoped would be reasonable isn't, or it's a waste of time. I haven't gone to a single friend's birthday party this year, which makes me feel like a jerk and then makes me wonder why I should try to throw a graduation party.
I haven't been salsa dancing, I haven't gone out with friends more than a handful of times, and it feels like I haven't done anything this year that most people who are twenty-something do on a weekly basis. I've turned down five subbing opportunities (and thus, five hundred dollars) because of my field experience.
Long story short, I am very, very, very stressed out.
I keep reminding myself that I only have ten weeks left... Only ten weeks left, and then I get to graduate. Then I get to be a "normal" person--until student teaching, anyway, lol. That ten weeks translates into 20 classes times four equals eighty more classes. Equals three midterms, two fifteen page academic papers, one final exam, five British novels, four text books, three Plath novels, ten mini-essays, four modules, one faux-teacher work sample, a cumulative 3-day reading plan, and one final TBD lesson.
Oh--and any busy work that they throw in there for funsies.
At the same time, mom managed to practically break her "good" leg WHILE IN THE HOSPITAL and is now in a nursing home, I barely speak to my father these days due to the fact that he prefers his prostitute to his family, and I miss my friends like hell, but don't want to bore them with these mundane complaints. Thus, stress, stress, and more stress.
There is good news, though: Fletcher bought a house for us. It's beautiful, on a sunny cul-de-sac next to the tennis courts and swimming pool, and I couldn't be more excited to have a two-car garage. Fletcher has been super awesome in handling any and all of my stress, thank goodness... I am truly blessed to have built such a healthy, happy relationship. Any serious rough patches subsided in January, and since then, it's been absolutely wonderful.
Also, Tristen and Ronni have been absolute God-sends to me in my frazzled, stressed-out, teachery-ness. It's immensely helpful to have other people around you who are going through the same things, are feeling the same stress, and yet are also persevering.
I graduate in ten weeks. Just ten weeks. Then, maybe, I can be a real person for a few days... Oi.