Last minute Cheryl again
Teacher's college applications. They seem to take forever. It seems I have not seen the last of last minute essay writing. I am sitting here working on the 5th and final application I have to do and it feels way too much like those late nights before an essay was due back in university (omg, am I that old that I can see things like "back in university"? wow). It all feels very familiar and very painful. This is what I get for being last minute. I just feel an intense amount of pressure about this particular essay that is making me freeze up. As if everything depends on this one (which it does because this is the school that I really really want to go to, so this one actually matters, eep). Makes me paralyzed.
So, what am I doing? Complaining about it in my blog. Bah. Sounds very familiar indeed, if you've ever read my old blog on the other website. I'll try to write something positive before getting back to work.
This application is the next thing on my to-do list, then I am moving on to looking for a job/looking for a place. With wedding planning all at the same time! Good thing I like projects! I said to my mom it is probably a good thing I'm not in school this year, I have too much else going on. Going to school full time plus everything else on my plate, I just don't feel like I could add one more thing right now. I'm already having nightmares about everything. This morning I had a nightmare about my wedding. Everything kept going wrong. I got a stain on my dress, and there was a microwave in the church by the altar for some reason, I was wearing the wrong necklace, my sister decided to wear her wedding dress too, and when I got in a car to go find the right necklace I hit my bouquet on the door and wrecked it. I hate crying in dreams, and here I was sobbing like a baby over all this senseless crap. Wow. And really, writing it down it seems very very silly, like the microwave especially. Why can't I have normal dreams?
I guess that wasn't that optimistic a paragraph. I'll try to be more optimistic later once this letter is in the mail. I hate essays!
So, what am I doing? Complaining about it in my blog. Bah. Sounds very familiar indeed, if you've ever read my old blog on the other website. I'll try to write something positive before getting back to work.
This application is the next thing on my to-do list, then I am moving on to looking for a job/looking for a place. With wedding planning all at the same time! Good thing I like projects! I said to my mom it is probably a good thing I'm not in school this year, I have too much else going on. Going to school full time plus everything else on my plate, I just don't feel like I could add one more thing right now. I'm already having nightmares about everything. This morning I had a nightmare about my wedding. Everything kept going wrong. I got a stain on my dress, and there was a microwave in the church by the altar for some reason, I was wearing the wrong necklace, my sister decided to wear her wedding dress too, and when I got in a car to go find the right necklace I hit my bouquet on the door and wrecked it. I hate crying in dreams, and here I was sobbing like a baby over all this senseless crap. Wow. And really, writing it down it seems very very silly, like the microwave especially. Why can't I have normal dreams?
I guess that wasn't that optimistic a paragraph. I'll try to be more optimistic later once this letter is in the mail. I hate essays!