I have four manageable classes, and two that I want to throw from my third story window most of the time.
I love these kids and this work, but I'm not so sure I can see myself doing it for the rest of my life. I am missing social work and ministry, and am trying to figure out if maybe I am supposed to be working with youth on a different level.
I miss writing as well. I miss it a lot.
I am to stir-crazy for a job that requires being in the same place all day every day. I feel trapped in this building. I don't mind the work, but even though I am more productive when I am here, come 2:30, I'm running for the door.
Prep work can come later.
I don't know where I'd be in this city without Charlee, John, and Bethany. I have run to all of them countless times already since I've been here. They keep me sane. I spend more money crossing that bridge than I've ever spent before. Who knew you could need a toll tag just to afford a social life?
Unlike last semester, I am actually finding that I can be more productive when I am sitting on my couch at home than I can when I am here. Probably because, with my parents' schedules the way they are, I practically live alone.
Really, I live in the same house with them and I went five days last week without seeing either one of them. It's just the way it falls. My routine has established itself though, and I am thankful for it. Not only has it established itself, but it has done so with room for running, and a social life. Go figure!
I also spend countless hours at Starbucks.
This new unique stress level has also helped me to refocus in my relationship with Jesus, which is very important. I am thankful for stress when that is the result.
I'm also wearing a size 8 in pants for the first time since 6th grade. Thank you stress....