HOLY CRAP!
Talk about pressure! I took my first exam for Archaeology of the Ancient Aegean and Greece today, and I was totally overwhelmed by it. Not only did it contain things that were not covered in the reading (yet) or in class, but went way beyond what was explained in class. Of the 9 students in the class, I think a great many of us failed that test. I am so scared that I am going to have a bad academic year this semester because of all of these crazy hoops!
Then, on top of academics, I feel as though I am either Derek Shepherd or Finn Dandridge competing for Meredith Grey... yeah, that is right, I am now hooked on Grey's Anatomy thanks to someone I know... ahem. So that doesn't help the stress factor.
And, lovely finances, those suck as well, since I can't seem to find a job on or off campus that can pay more than $7.65 an hour; and I have to study so much just to get mediocre grades apparently, so I can't work as much as I would like or need to. But I think that I can blame Obama for the job issue, since he has no hold on the concept of economic stimulus. Hint hint: It doesn't work if you take the 4 trillion and give it right back to yourself; lower the tax rate for the upperclass, get rid of Medicaid and Medicare and restructure them, scrap social security, and severely cut down the bargaining rights and powers, including lobbying rights, of the unions.
Ok, that was a rant. Sorry, that is just how I have been feeling right now.
Anyway, I guess I am going to get off an get some sleep, since I have to work, go to class, then work my other job, and then write up a whole annotated bibliography about the economic situation of Troy and Athens.
I am so in a handbasket right now...
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
One of the Greatest Feelings in the World
I have to say that one of the greatest feelings in the world (other than the discovery that you have lost weight by putting on your jeans and having them slide right off your butt) is getting home from an awesome date and realizing that you did alright.
Me being me, I have been on more than my fair share of dates, both planned by me and others. One of the few things I cannot stand is getting home after a date with someone that I am/was interested in and thinking "I really could have done better than I did" or "I rushed that, and learned that 'Haste makes waste'" or the dreaded 'Well, i don't think she'll be returning my calls". Now granted, I have only had one of the last variety mentioned, but the first two, well... in my earlier years, let's just say that it wasn't uncommon for those thoughts to go through my head. I'll be the first to admit that I was not the best at getting the date thing right. Trying to conjure something out of nothing really doesn't work (even God realized that you "organize" matter, you don't "create matter" out of thin air). And rushing tings really just screws you up in the end. I hate it when ancient Greeks are right 1000s of years after they are dead; yeah, I am talking to you Aesop!
But, regardless of if it is all Greek to me or not, I have improved by leaps and bounds. I'm not perfect at the whole date thing, though let's face it, perfect is boring to imperfect humans. I still set off the smoke detector when I am trying to look like I know what I am doing; which I did. I still fumble with things that I am thinking; but when you are out with someone who gets you, it really doesn't matter, because... they get it anyway. I still over analyse like a high school girl on her first date; and consequently, probably miss a good amount of opportunities because I am trying to figure out if it is an opportunity. I still second guess myself on whether I should try and hold her hand; whether the hand brush that just happened was an accident or on purpose; whether or not she is just being nice or really interested.
Basically, I feel totally awesome! It IS the greatest feeling in the world that I have had up to this moment. I don't know if I will feel this way again because of the same girl, though I hope and pray that I will. But if I am not fortunate enough for that joy, at least I will have the knowledge that I managed to have an awesome plan, so I know I can do it again.
The other great thing about this is that when I am sitting in a handbasket wondering where I am headed, I have something happier to think about.
Me being me, I have been on more than my fair share of dates, both planned by me and others. One of the few things I cannot stand is getting home after a date with someone that I am/was interested in and thinking "I really could have done better than I did" or "I rushed that, and learned that 'Haste makes waste'" or the dreaded 'Well, i don't think she'll be returning my calls". Now granted, I have only had one of the last variety mentioned, but the first two, well... in my earlier years, let's just say that it wasn't uncommon for those thoughts to go through my head. I'll be the first to admit that I was not the best at getting the date thing right. Trying to conjure something out of nothing really doesn't work (even God realized that you "organize" matter, you don't "create matter" out of thin air). And rushing tings really just screws you up in the end. I hate it when ancient Greeks are right 1000s of years after they are dead; yeah, I am talking to you Aesop!
But, regardless of if it is all Greek to me or not, I have improved by leaps and bounds. I'm not perfect at the whole date thing, though let's face it, perfect is boring to imperfect humans. I still set off the smoke detector when I am trying to look like I know what I am doing; which I did. I still fumble with things that I am thinking; but when you are out with someone who gets you, it really doesn't matter, because... they get it anyway. I still over analyse like a high school girl on her first date; and consequently, probably miss a good amount of opportunities because I am trying to figure out if it is an opportunity. I still second guess myself on whether I should try and hold her hand; whether the hand brush that just happened was an accident or on purpose; whether or not she is just being nice or really interested.
Basically, I feel totally awesome! It IS the greatest feeling in the world that I have had up to this moment. I don't know if I will feel this way again because of the same girl, though I hope and pray that I will. But if I am not fortunate enough for that joy, at least I will have the knowledge that I managed to have an awesome plan, so I know I can do it again.
The other great thing about this is that when I am sitting in a handbasket wondering where I am headed, I have something happier to think about.
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