No Rest for the Weary
So, somehow I managed to pull off a fairly stellar 3.7 GPA in grad school last semeester. It's stellar considering that I was working 40 hours per week, taking three classes, and bought a house. Take that, stress!
Of course, I got a little loopy. Exhausted, really. I really did feel as though I might be losing it there for a bit. The act of juggling is becoming a bear, and I am burning out. I always thought I would be a professional student, but now I think this is the end. When I am done with my program, I shall just work. Of course, I will continue to learn on my own, but more in the form of crossword puzzles and world travel, less in the form of 50 page papers and business feasibility NPV studies.
I love our new house. The mortgage is a bit much more than we had paid prior, but it's still a good deal less than many people I know pay, and it will pay off over time. As soon as I moved in, I knew we had made a good decision. It felt like home. Well, then again, I guess that was before my sister's new-to-her Honda Civic was stolen from the street in front of our house. The car was stripped within six hours and the frame left by the side of the road. I guess that's what you get for buying nice things for yourself around here? Oh well, karma's a bitch. Insurance will pay for it, too, but we won't buy another popular model car while we live here.
The house does still feel like home, though. I am proud we were able to buy all of the furniture in it (couch, tables for living room, flat screen television, counter height table and chairs for dining room) using cash. No debt. That felt great. You certainly wouldn't catch me saying that was possible a couple of years ago.
My Houdini keeps escaping our yard. Not onlly that, she keeps bringing other dogs back. Just trots home with them like it's an average day in the life. It's truly hilarious. The other day, in fact, she brought home a small female pit bull.
We also had this big red golden retriever walk by. He looked as though he was starving, so we fed him and put him in the back yard until we could call the pound. He had tags, so it's not like I was resigning him to euthanasia or anything. Anyway, we had him for a few days, fed him. Then Chad took him to the pound. This was oh, a week ago. Today, my sister calls me to tell me that the damned thing is back. He must have been spurned from the joint by his owners and used some kind of dog GPS system to find our house again. Crazy. We let him go, but i have a feeling we haven't seen the last of him.
Anyway, back to homework. At least I'm only taking two classes this semester. It gives me time to replace my current job, which is getting pretty ridiculous. More on that later, though it's a bit of a non-story, just have outgrown the favoritism and nepotism, is all.
Of course, I got a little loopy. Exhausted, really. I really did feel as though I might be losing it there for a bit. The act of juggling is becoming a bear, and I am burning out. I always thought I would be a professional student, but now I think this is the end. When I am done with my program, I shall just work. Of course, I will continue to learn on my own, but more in the form of crossword puzzles and world travel, less in the form of 50 page papers and business feasibility NPV studies.
I love our new house. The mortgage is a bit much more than we had paid prior, but it's still a good deal less than many people I know pay, and it will pay off over time. As soon as I moved in, I knew we had made a good decision. It felt like home. Well, then again, I guess that was before my sister's new-to-her Honda Civic was stolen from the street in front of our house. The car was stripped within six hours and the frame left by the side of the road. I guess that's what you get for buying nice things for yourself around here? Oh well, karma's a bitch. Insurance will pay for it, too, but we won't buy another popular model car while we live here.
The house does still feel like home, though. I am proud we were able to buy all of the furniture in it (couch, tables for living room, flat screen television, counter height table and chairs for dining room) using cash. No debt. That felt great. You certainly wouldn't catch me saying that was possible a couple of years ago.
My Houdini keeps escaping our yard. Not onlly that, she keeps bringing other dogs back. Just trots home with them like it's an average day in the life. It's truly hilarious. The other day, in fact, she brought home a small female pit bull.
We also had this big red golden retriever walk by. He looked as though he was starving, so we fed him and put him in the back yard until we could call the pound. He had tags, so it's not like I was resigning him to euthanasia or anything. Anyway, we had him for a few days, fed him. Then Chad took him to the pound. This was oh, a week ago. Today, my sister calls me to tell me that the damned thing is back. He must have been spurned from the joint by his owners and used some kind of dog GPS system to find our house again. Crazy. We let him go, but i have a feeling we haven't seen the last of him.
Anyway, back to homework. At least I'm only taking two classes this semester. It gives me time to replace my current job, which is getting pretty ridiculous. More on that later, though it's a bit of a non-story, just have outgrown the favoritism and nepotism, is all.