if you know me and my sleeping habits and subsequent moods based on those habits, you should know that i require ohhhh 8+ hours of sleep to function. 9 if you want me in a chipper mood.
well. i'm learning to fake that chipper mood this semester. everyday, i spend a minimum of 6 hours on campus (fridays are my little exception, but the 12 hours on thursdays make up for it), 2 hours commuting, MTW i spend 6 hours teaching. THEN to try and do some homework, have to keep up with House and Parenthood (for my sanity's sake) and maintaining normal human contact (1 person in particular) AND my mom, of course. i just struggle when my alarm starts singing "Defying Gravity" from Wicked at 5:55 every morning. I can't even Defy my pillow, or my teddy bear, let alone get up and soar outta the house. oh elphaba. my little dose of motivation every morning. it's waring off quickly.
So i'm into this semester a little over a month now. I'm still alive. and i don't think i have an F in any class. Actually, i think i'm floating all A's or B's. woot woot. for 17 credits? i'm happy with that. . . just pray it lasts.
but i've just been focused on the future as of late. next semester, i should find an internship, and start really looking for jobs. but is that what i want to do? ugh. part of me still wants to sign. i find myself interpreting half of my classes in my lap, making sure i know the specifics. or teach piano? i swear i am NEVER giving that up. sometimes i whine about going for so long. but it's worth it. watching these kids succeed is so much fun. SOOOOO- life. lots of directions. lots of options. i'm blessed with the struggle to decided between so many different courses my life could go. i love it. but i am recently feeling that responsibility. EEEEK!
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