So, here I am in PCM 300. It is weekend college this week, and I am starting the first week from hell. I will have class everyday for the next nine days... YAY!
Tomorrow will be the beginning of the end(quote stolen from Kathy, thanks!). In May, I will be graduating, and in order to do that I need to carry 21 credits this semester. I hate talking about it. Every time I do talk about it I get more nervous and anxious.
Really lucky though, I have an amazing boyfriend named Jeff. He works long hours. I hate that we can't be together more often. With my school and jobs and Jeff's crazy work schedule there is almost never overlap time together. There are definitely plans for this boy in my mind. Now, if he follows these plans, that's another story.
Every day now is a test. Can I get through the day? Can I get all of my homework finished in time? Can I spend any time with Jeff today? Can I be positive and helpful? Can I take some time out of the day to spend with God? All of these questions can be completed by me. All of these dreams, ideas, and hopes can be completed by me.
Spazzing, enough said.
Spinning, that's' what I feel my life is doing right now. Spinning into a big, hazy blur. Once I am graduated, I hope all of these classes this last year stay in my head. I hope I am happy. I hope I can enjoy being out of school. I hope the Alverno shows in me. I hope these hopes turn into truths.
