Dun, dun, dada, du du, dun dun dada du du … Presenting the amazing Angel! …
For the past few months I’ve felt less like I’m living life and more like I’ve taken up a job in the circus and I’m trying desperately to keep up.
I started graduate school in August. Just two classes, no big deal. Yeah right.
I knew it would be challenging to work 40+ hours a week and attend classes at night. I never knew how challenging.
And the masochist that I am has decided to add yet another class to my plate next semester. I always think I have it awful and then it gets worse and I miss the way it once was.
College seemed so stressful and I was so ready to get started and do something. Now, looking back, college was a cinch. I worked a part-time job, played with my friends and I had weekend breaks.
Now, my Friday nights and Saturdays are either dedicated to going to class or doing work for class. My evenings are me looking at an empty fridge and then grabbing a handful of research articles to read.
I’m not complaining, really I’m not. I signed up for this. I chose to add to my plate.
And I’m excited for the possibilities that a master’s degree could give me. I just don’t know how to keep up with everything!