THIS SEMESTER IS KICKING MY ASS.
It’s hard to be a full-time student, a very nearly full-time worker and a full-time friend and girlfriend. It’s hard to work five days a week and the only days you have off from work are stacked with school from noon to 9:30 p.m. on top of the other days when you go to school in the morning AND work at night. It’s hard to maintain your relationships, the only thing you have to keep you from going crazy when everything else makes you feel so stressed out that cold sores erupt all over your face. It’s hard to get a full night’s sleep when you spent all day running from here to there and back, but you still have to write that story and memorize that Spanish presentation.
Dios mio, y’all. I’m motivated by the fact that for the first time in my higher education career, I can see my graduation date. But seriously, this shit is bananas. The pace is ridiculous. I’ve never regretted taking my time going school because I’ve had to support myself through this. And I don’t feel remorse for that either. There’s a lot of satisfaction that comes with being self-sufficient, and I’m proud that for the most part I haven’t been a burden to my parents. Working full-time at the Globe-News meant going to school half-time, and that was perfectly fine because I wanted to make sure I did school the right way, not the “on time” way. But here, with the end so near, I can’t cut back my credit hours. I have too much momentum going.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
Oh dear, I should not be airing out my frustration right now. I do not have time for this.























