Volunteer Dreams
On Sunday I volunteered at an event where my school was giving free massages to participants. I found out that my running shoes aren't shoes I can give massages in. After three hours on my feet my bunions were aching pretty fiercely.
It took me nearly all of last week to get used to being on break and not feel like I needed to be doing something for school. I finally adjusted and now I've got a vaguely dread about starting classes next Monday. Mostly I think that dread is from the rumours that this term is at least twice as hard as last term. A tiny bit of my dread is just general going back to school anxiety. The night after I volunteered I had a school dream. One where it was the first day of class, I was late, couldn't find my schedule or the classroom, didn't know who my teacher was, didn't have any of my school supplies and to top it all off my school was in a mall slash dance academy.
Also of the suck, I'm not going to find out my grades from last term 'til the first day of class.
It took me nearly all of last week to get used to being on break and not feel like I needed to be doing something for school. I finally adjusted and now I've got a vaguely dread about starting classes next Monday. Mostly I think that dread is from the rumours that this term is at least twice as hard as last term. A tiny bit of my dread is just general going back to school anxiety. The night after I volunteered I had a school dream. One where it was the first day of class, I was late, couldn't find my schedule or the classroom, didn't know who my teacher was, didn't have any of my school supplies and to top it all off my school was in a mall slash dance academy.
Also of the suck, I'm not going to find out my grades from last term 'til the first day of class.