Holy Crap! I only have 3 weeks left in this semester of doom. It started out really crappy with the death of Hubby's brother and will end just 2 weeks before the five year anniversary of my mother's death. I am pretty sure I hate spring semesters a lot.
Odd side note, 6 years ago, on the first day of spring semester classes at the community college, my mother broke her femur so bad that her leg was 6 inches shorter than the other one. I missed class that first day, but since it was my pre-Disney quarter, I wasn't allowed to drop out of school... She told me if I didn't go, she would be very unhappy. Especially since she had 7 months to be able to walk again and wanted a girls trip. (Hooray for half priced hotel room and free park admission thanks to some very good friends of mine... Though I did have to work one shift while they were there...)
So, here it is 4:30 in the morning and I'm blogging about spring semester because it has been giving me anxiety. I took an oral exam for French of Wednesday, Aunt Flo arrived shortly after and made me incredibly sick, and I haven't been able to sleep for more than four hours at a time during the night. Day, sure. Night, nope. So here is the rundown for the next three weeks.
Writing Class of Garbage - Keep focusing on the research paper, don't light self on fire.
Creative Writing Class - Turn in poem about M-to-F Beauty Queen, make homophobic misogynist feel very uncomfortable. Re-write 1 short story, make 2nd short story up, prettify 3 poems for portfolio.
French - Etudie beaucoup! I shall be finishing the next two semesters inside of one and will be highly stressed out from it all... but then I will have that requirement done and they can k.m.r.i.a.
Pop Culture - I don't think there is another full paper due, but I have a final project that I need to put a LOT more effort into. I'm writing a blog about different cities and how the different theorists would describe/identify them. Very interesting, but very time consuming with the rest.
James Joyce - My other nemesis of the semester. I have 3 weeks to finish Ulysses, write a paper and not let my head explode. That sounds like a lot of time for one book.... Holy moly it is NOT ENOUGH! It doesn't help that my professor is one of the scholars and has written books about Joyce's theory and has spoken/caused controversy at Joycean events... It's crazy. (Though I did joke to Husband that we should go to Dublin for Bloomsday, which is 3 days before my birthday... he told me I was weird... it's true. )
So, somehow, I'm supposed to fit in exercise, eating right and sleeping in there... Which is hard, when the only gratifying thing to do is sit on my fat tushka and veg out after doing some mind numbing homework. When hubby is awake, I'll probably go read Ulysses on the bike, that seems to be the best of both worlds. I can concentrate on the book more, lose track of time exercising, and don't fall down. :)
As far as sleep goes, it's impossible to do right now without the help of some aids, and it's too late to take them tonight, since I'll have to take a nap pre work tomorrow night... Graveyard shifts kinda suck the junk I don't have. Anyone have job leads that allow you to work from home? That'd be super!
Much love for tonight.