Today, I can breathe. It is the first day of the semester that my body is not knotted up in tension from extreme stress. Why? Well, all of my huge papers of the semester have been turned in! That's why! They are officially out of my hands.
Thirty pages full of Adlerian therapy and eating disorders was handed over Tuesday night. Thirty! The same night I had to take that same class' final- mind you. I don't know that I have ever had so much anxiety over a class in my entire life. I honestly was unsure if I would survive. I looked to my cohorts in class saying, "I'm either going to pee my pants or projectile vomit at any second..." They agreed with slight nods and eyes bulging from fear. Thank the Lord none of us did.
Wednesday was the day dedicated to my research proposal on cyber-bullying. That lovely assignment totalled up to about 19 pages. And yes, it was painful. Anything to do with research is painful. I topped off Wednesday evening with another 9-pager on eating disorders. I strategically chose the same topic for two classes to preserve my sanity....I think it worked. Ha!
58 pages. 2 days. Wow. The important thing about it now is that it is done! Woohoo! Yay! Sweet! Awesome! Etc. Etc. Almost time to celebrate. One more final, and then I will officially be done. Done with the weed-out semester. Done with the semester from hell.
One year down. One year to go.
As one of my classmates said, "Whoa, we're halfway there. Whoa, we're livin' on a prayer! Take my hand, and we'll make it I swear. Whoa, we're livin' on a prayer..."
(Feel free to sing along with me!)
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