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The following might sound conceited, but I don't care:
I work harder than any other person I know in library school. They work 10 hours a week, I usually work somewhere between 40-50. They put things together the night before, I work on projects for days. They spend their Friday nights going out, I spend them with a bunch of 5 year old Girl Scouts. They get A's, and I get B's (well, one B actually)!
Don't get me wrong, I realize that I've chosen the life that I have and I probably wouldn't have it any other way. I like to stay busy. I like (for the most part) balancing 3 jobs, being a full-time student, and working with Girl Scouts. Sadly, all of these things are what keep me sane.
You know, I remember telling my parents before I decided to officially take my long-term subbing job that I was afraid that, if I took it, I would become stressed and that I would get to that point where everything kind of hit me and I would fall apart. Well, it didn't quite happen that way. I didn't fall apart while subbing (for which I'm quite greatful, because I don't know if I would have been able to pick myself up again), but I did tonight. And all because I got a stupid B on a project. I haven't gotten a B since...sophomore year! I don't get B's! And there's absolutely no reason why I should have gotten a B!
I can't deal with the ups and downs of the zoo (which recently have been all downs), subbing, doing data entry every night, having homework up the whazoo, being comitted to a dozen different things every week, having my gallbladder out, dealing with all the stuff that's been going on with my family, potentially putting my dog down, and everything else that's been going on. It's just become too much.
Okay, phew...I'm glad I got that out. Now I feel better. And now it's back to homework, data entry, and trying to remind myself why do the things I do.
I work harder than any other person I know in library school. They work 10 hours a week, I usually work somewhere between 40-50. They put things together the night before, I work on projects for days. They spend their Friday nights going out, I spend them with a bunch of 5 year old Girl Scouts. They get A's, and I get B's (well, one B actually)!
Don't get me wrong, I realize that I've chosen the life that I have and I probably wouldn't have it any other way. I like to stay busy. I like (for the most part) balancing 3 jobs, being a full-time student, and working with Girl Scouts. Sadly, all of these things are what keep me sane.
You know, I remember telling my parents before I decided to officially take my long-term subbing job that I was afraid that, if I took it, I would become stressed and that I would get to that point where everything kind of hit me and I would fall apart. Well, it didn't quite happen that way. I didn't fall apart while subbing (for which I'm quite greatful, because I don't know if I would have been able to pick myself up again), but I did tonight. And all because I got a stupid B on a project. I haven't gotten a B since...sophomore year! I don't get B's! And there's absolutely no reason why I should have gotten a B!
I can't deal with the ups and downs of the zoo (which recently have been all downs), subbing, doing data entry every night, having homework up the whazoo, being comitted to a dozen different things every week, having my gallbladder out, dealing with all the stuff that's been going on with my family, potentially putting my dog down, and everything else that's been going on. It's just become too much.
Okay, phew...I'm glad I got that out. Now I feel better. And now it's back to homework, data entry, and trying to remind myself why do the things I do.