Tuesdays and Thursdays are my big classroom days. My first class is at 9 and my last one ends at 3:55. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I have one lone class, from 11 to 11:50. It seems to take almost more energy to get myself to that class. It's almost like an interruption.
Yesterday, two more large writing assignments have been added to October's pot, in addition to the two big ones that I've already got going on, which is addition to the two that are due every Tuesday, and the one that is due every Thursday. Which is in addition to the column, which is in addition to those presentations, which is addition to the Henry W. article which is (blessedly) taking some amount of time to get my answers on. I may not have it until November, which might be a truly excellent thing.
I've always liked to write, but now, it just seems daunting. I've got to worry about proper citing, MLA for some papers, APA for the others. I'm collecting info and have folders of stuff for each project, and trying to jump from one project to the another is getting a bit frazzling. I have a calender with due dates, and it is pretty full.
I look at other people in the class, and we're all kind of stressing out, but you know, there are people taking the OT classes that are also taking Anatomy and Physiology. I honestly do not know how they do it. I think of my time in A and P, and for the very first time, I thank the good Lord that I did take it over the summer, even mashed into a six week course, as opposed to a full semester. I simply couldn't imagine trying to do all that writing and keeping up with Anatomy and Physiology.
Marty, the woman separated from her husband, has stopped coming to Life Span. She'd been looking plainly ill, and the last time she was in class, she very suddenly stood up next to me and left the room, whispering, "I'm going to be sick." I remember the early days, being on my own, trying to put all the pieces of my life back in order. It's a lot to juggle, being a single parent, handling a full time job, and being a full time student. Like those A and P students, I don't know how she does it, either. Things didn't start settling down for me until I realized that the pieces of my life were not going to fit together the same way that they did when I was living a comfortable life in Michigan. I was a janitor in Pennsylvania. Things were different, and I needed to take the pieces of my life and fit them together differently. It sounds stupid, but it was a really big deal for me to simply accept that life was now different.
We are taking calls for our efficiency apartment. There is a young man, obviously has some problems. His caseworker called. He calls from a church, having no other access to a phone. He's currently living in a tent.
I'm up to my ears in writing. I'm a little frazzled. I look around me and I see that everywhere I look, there are people with way more on their plates than I've ever had. I've said it before, I'll say it again. I am, my friends, blessed. I am blessed. I'll bet that you are as well.