Anxiety

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

8-5? No sweat!

Since I came up with the brilliant idea of getting involved this semester, I shouldn't complain about never having any free time. But I am astounded at how much time it takes to be a "good" college student, and I can't believe that there are people doing twice as many outside activities as I am.

I have a pretty standard college schedule. I'm taking 5 classes (two Honors classes), teaching two (plus office hours), working about 16 hours a week, and although I am technically a member of about four clubs, I only actively participate in one. Just from these commitments, I expect to be at school from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. every day this week before we leave for Phoenix at 6 p.m. on Thursday. This is NOT including homework, group projects or our standard study and basketball/yoga nights with Bryan and Colleen.

Being involved does have some advantages. We get to go to Miami courtesy of PRSSA and my Grandma Jean, I have met a few really cool freshmen (some not as much), and only one of the other FYE teachers thought I was a freshman and asked if I needed any help in a sweet, but condescending tone.

Actually, unless all of this gets me the greatest job in the universe, being involved is totally not worth it. I miss my life of sleep and Netflix.

Now for something completely off topic:

23rd Qualm

George W. Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in national forests.
He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war,
I will find no exit, for thou art in office.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control, they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception in the presence of thy religion.
Thou anointest my head with foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out.
Surely megalomania and false patriotism shall follow me
all the days of thy term
and my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.

1 comment(s):

Hang in there, Kiddo! Such is the life of remarkable people like yourself. Just remember: "And in the end..."
Love,
Dad

By Blogger Mark A Hanna, at 9:22 AM  

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