manic monday...
Ugh, what a week it is already. It's only Monday and part of me wants to crawl back into my bed and sleep forever. I have a Geology test on Wednesday that I've barely studied for. I have a law enforcement story due in Journalism 300 and no idea or sources- it's due Friday morning. Not to mention our lab ran over today and I was twenty minutes late to mythology class because I would rather get food than starve for two hours. On the way it snowed and I got all wet and the strap on my awesome red shoulder bag broke. Swell.
Sometimes I feel like I can't handle the pressure. I'm shouldering a lot of responsibilities right now and the burden gets too heavy to bear. I love everything I do, I wouldn't change a thing, but there are days when I'd kill to spend one day away from Journalism.
I'm Editor (in Chief) of SpartanEdge.com, and that owns my soul. It's my baby and I'll never abandon it. But I haven't blogged in a week and don't see when I will again. I love Spartan Edge, but sometimes I get sick of seeing someone from it every day of my life. I know I'm relatively unimportant at MSU, but not a day goes by where I don't see someone from the publication and have to act presentable and respectable. I do have to assert some sense of control, and there are times when I'd really rather be in the passenger seat. It's permeated every aspect of my life, even my love life.
I go home next weekend for my birthday, and now I'm stressing out about being at home because my family makes me anxious and I worry my sister will screw up and do something schmandalous and my family will have to deal with it. But that's another story I don't even want to think about right now.
I am mainly angered by all the times I am forced to choose JRN 300 over my other classes, to the point where I am skipping class to call sources, etc. But I can't help it, I feel that is the most important class and is my highest priority. I just wish I were naturally brilliant so I could handle everything at once. I know my GPA will continue to decline because of journalism, and that sucks.
I've been chasing this dream for so long. It's like I'm married to my major. I declared passionate and undying love for Journalism at the age of nine, and have not looked back since. We had a brief falling-out last year around this time, but I realized the error of my ways and left that whore English and returned to my faithful spouse. But sometimes I wish I didn't love what I do quite so much. Every time I turn around, I'm freaking out that someone is doing better than me. I am so competitive that I drive myself crazy thinking I'm not the best. I know I don't have to be the most amazing, but it's my natural drive. I'm an assertive person, and I like to be superior to others if possible. Maybe my parents didn't hug me enough. (Although they did make me hug trees, but again, that's another story.)
So I guess we'll see how this week turns out. It'll be crazy, but I guess I'll just hold out for the weekend, especially my birthday on Sunday. Wish me luck. I'll need it.
Sometimes I feel like I can't handle the pressure. I'm shouldering a lot of responsibilities right now and the burden gets too heavy to bear. I love everything I do, I wouldn't change a thing, but there are days when I'd kill to spend one day away from Journalism.
I'm Editor (in Chief) of SpartanEdge.com, and that owns my soul. It's my baby and I'll never abandon it. But I haven't blogged in a week and don't see when I will again. I love Spartan Edge, but sometimes I get sick of seeing someone from it every day of my life. I know I'm relatively unimportant at MSU, but not a day goes by where I don't see someone from the publication and have to act presentable and respectable. I do have to assert some sense of control, and there are times when I'd really rather be in the passenger seat. It's permeated every aspect of my life, even my love life.
I go home next weekend for my birthday, and now I'm stressing out about being at home because my family makes me anxious and I worry my sister will screw up and do something schmandalous and my family will have to deal with it. But that's another story I don't even want to think about right now.
I am mainly angered by all the times I am forced to choose JRN 300 over my other classes, to the point where I am skipping class to call sources, etc. But I can't help it, I feel that is the most important class and is my highest priority. I just wish I were naturally brilliant so I could handle everything at once. I know my GPA will continue to decline because of journalism, and that sucks.
I've been chasing this dream for so long. It's like I'm married to my major. I declared passionate and undying love for Journalism at the age of nine, and have not looked back since. We had a brief falling-out last year around this time, but I realized the error of my ways and left that whore English and returned to my faithful spouse. But sometimes I wish I didn't love what I do quite so much. Every time I turn around, I'm freaking out that someone is doing better than me. I am so competitive that I drive myself crazy thinking I'm not the best. I know I don't have to be the most amazing, but it's my natural drive. I'm an assertive person, and I like to be superior to others if possible. Maybe my parents didn't hug me enough. (Although they did make me hug trees, but again, that's another story.)
So I guess we'll see how this week turns out. It'll be crazy, but I guess I'll just hold out for the weekend, especially my birthday on Sunday. Wish me luck. I'll need it.