I finished my homework by 10 last night so I have time to blog this morning. Actually, I should really be getting my stuff together and emptying the dishwasher but oh well.
Once again, 400A is complete insanity. Just like the novel writing class, it is taught by a grad student with a warped sense of how much work is appropriate. There is SO much to do that I'm already swamped. Last night I cried. I was also tired, crashing, and frustrated. Chris and I were arguing and he was baffled.
"Isn't this only the third day of class?" he asked.
"Second," I warbled.
Now I can really see that working this fall will be a bad idea. I'm also trying to remind myself that I will not feel as horribly overloaded as I do now. Each day in this summer class represents a week of the regular semester. We're back to talking only on the weekends, family. And I'll try to make sure that I get my weekly crying jag out before I call. Sheesh.
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