This Term

This term is very class-heavy.  I avoid doing homework as much as I can, which isn't actually very much.  I have at least some every day, and there's more studying that I could be doing, I'm sure.

I don't mind the homework and class load, but if I would have known that one of my classes would assign SO MUCH homework, I might have re-considered my current load.  ...  This is my whiny moment.  I don't have too much time to waste in whininess, but I bring this all up to talk about how much this is affecting me.

I wake up most days with this kind of feeling: "Oh, drat."  And I do my homework with as much gusto as ... as something that doesn't have any gusto at all.  A sloth?  I'm bad at analogies.  Anyways, I drag my feet with my homework, though I still get it all done. 

And then, to top it all off, I've been dreaming about school.  Last night's dream was particularly bad.  I apparently was taking anthropology and a teacher was trying to get ahold of me.  Calling my house.  Leaving cryptic messages.  Like, didn't leave his phone number, just giving me clues about his number.  Then I went to class and discovered that the teacher who was calling me wasn't even MY teacher!  Still, I asked my teacher if he could give me the other teacher's number, and he gave me the same cryptic answer.  Apparently the anthropology department thought it was hilarious to put all their numbers in code!  I sat there for hours, trying to figure it all out, but not succeeding.

I woke up thinking, "This is what school has done to me."

Still, it's worth it.  The other day I was finishing up my homework for class and I had a moment when I thought I'd forgotten to do a large chunk of my reading assignment.  (Which seems funny, writing it out like that. Also, a few minutes later I realized I HAD read it.)  I texted Rob and said, "Gah!  I totally forgot that I haven't finished reading all my assignments for my class tonight.  I hate how much work there is to do for that class.  Bitter."  He responded with, "I love you ... does that help?"  I just smiled.  "It definitely DOES help.  It makes class and life worth it.  I love you, too." 

And so we keep going.