It's Only Time...

So, like thousands of students across the county, I started school... again. But it is different this time because: 1.This is the last semester I will be taking classes and 2. It is the last semester I will work at my job at Windridge, (a dream job, really).

In January, I will be student teaching and the first of May, I will be graduating. Whew!

Course that all depends on whether I survive this semester: 6 classes; 18 credit hours; 150+ hours of field work, +homework, work, church, family, etc. I've done this before but not with this many upper division classes (2 are masters classes) and as many hours of outside work required.

I was feeling a little overwhelmed yesterday after the first week of school with 6 different schedules and 6 different syllabi and 6 different classes each with their own plethora of assignments. Not only was I doubting whether I wanted to do this, I was doubting whether I COULD do this.

Then I remembered when Chandie went to 7th grade and at the end of the first week, she had a bit of a meltdown, I think similar to how I was feeling yesterday. We figured out that it was just that she felt out of control and needed to get a little organization. So...we got a planner and a calendar and we charted her classes and assignments and, voila!, it worked like a charm for her. Her anxiety was gone and she had a successful year.

So...last night I got a calendar and a planner and I charted out the classes and assignment due dates and, voila!, I feel much, much better. I am still a little overwhelmed when I look at the assignment calendar and almost every single day has something due, but I can look at it and plan my days and nights and week ends and I know it is do-able. And, really, that's all I need to know; it is do-able and it is going to be okay.