So... for those of you in college, or who have been in college, I'm sure you will be able to totally relate to what I'm about to say... and to those of you who have yet to go to college, you will someday understand what I'm talking about here...
...it's that time of the year again. It comes without warning, you're never quite sure how long it will last, and it hits people at different times... it's that time of the year where you think your head is going to explode.
Don't worry, head explosion is a 1 in a million occurrence, but 98% of the student population will probably try to say that they were ALMOST that 1 person to experience head explosion.
Let me sort of clarify. Every year... actually no, once a semester, there is a point in my life where everything seems to be hitting me at once. At school, it’s papers and projects, and extracurricular happenings, etc. Here it’s promotional mailings, and assignments at the internship and 7 shifts in 6 days at work.
The fact that the weather is SLOWLY starting to improve doesn’t help.
Today, when I was on my way to Jack Horner, it was so nice out-- SUCH an improvement from the day before, when the roads were covered in snow and sludge. It made me so excited for it to be spring, beyond how excited I’ve been the past couple weeks. I know Phil the Groundhog wouldn’t lie to me, and I’ve been itching for spring since he told me it was coming early.
So back to the point of my story. I feel like my head is going to explode. This entire semester, I’ve been consistently writing on Tuesdays. Every morning when I get into my internship before our daily meeting. But not this week. This week, I’ve had to actually set aside time to write a blog. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED, and is happening, and it’s all just to the point where I’m ready for a break. Just a week. Then I’ll be okay again. J
This week, I was home from Sunday evening until Tuesday afternoon. I NEEDED to catch up from sleep that I didn’t get the week before, but then it was right back into it… full force. Seven shifts at Walnut Grill in six days. 16 hours in two days at JHC (I usually do 20 hours a week, but I worked 30 last week). Tuesday AND Wednesday I was home for five minutes or less between one place and the other, and tonight will be no different. By Saturday, rather than going out at night to socialize with friends, I’ll want to collapse.
But… I feel confident that I might survive. I don’t believe that I’ll become a statistic, being THE 1-in-a-million whose head DOES explode. If I can just make it through these next 8 days, I can look forward to a week in Clarion. I’m sure THAT will give me something to blog about…
Oh… real quick. Saw a bunch of fabulous people on my trip home. So… shoutout to ALLLLLL my television station people… and Huha again, for giving me a shoutout on the radio. I felt like a mini celebrity.
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