Well it has been 16 days, by my count, since the new semester began and I am still not entirely sure how I feel about that.
I chalked it all up to a little too much time spent resting on my laurels and not enough hitting the books; except all I did while resting on said laurels was read. New courses and new challenges presented themselves and I took the information in but just filed it away for later, when my mind could actually comprehend the situation in its entirety... and I am still waiting.
Beats, ADAs, grammar and golden oldies like civ lit quizs and writing assignments piled up like cord wood, nearly gave myself a coronary trying to schedule it all in outlook express and my computer is worse for the wear, thanks a bunch Mr. Gates. Here I am trying to force all this information into a shape I can understand, and more importantly into a manageable plan of attack, but it seems scheduling is the least of my worries. Right now the choice to avoid interviews of any kind last semester seems ill-advised if not a bit negligent on my part, but then again it's not like I was ignoring a fundamental of the trade...oh, wait...crap.
It is a bizarre and unique head-space to be in when you have managed to exceed most every expectation you had in the short span of a few months only to be brought crashing back to earth by an even greater set of challenges. Perhaps I am too new to this whole success thing, I was a mediocre student my whole life and frankly never really had the wherewithal to apply myself to anything. It seems logical in a twisted way that being realistic and setting your sights low can be less stressful and in an equally twisted way rewarding when you hit higher than your current aim.
Since Friday I have explored every option my mind could come up with, to the detriment of my schoolwork and a big chunk of my school time this week has been eaten up by further exploring the options I have pondered... somewhere in there I hope I can find time to get back on the ball.
