Thursday, October 13, 2011
I'm overloaded. I know, I know, how can I be overloaded? I mean I still have six and a half kids at home, a daughter constantly in and out of the ER, I'm in the middle of transitioning from one assistant to another, I'm in a business that is so up and down it's a constant source of stress, I happen to have Bipolar Disorder and my third psychiatrist in one year has closed her practice (thank you Senator from Illinois).
No, forget all that shit. It's my daily life, that's what Valium is for. I'm overloaded because I started back to school to work on finishing my Political Science degree. I took a full load this semester and after reading every syllabus I realized that I couldn't do it all.
I dropped everything but Algebra and American History. I NEED the algebra and I LOVE history. That being said, the overwhelming shit comes with the history class.
The Prof. has us reading a TON of crapola about The Shawnee Tribe, Puritans and slavery. I don't mean just a few readings, you know, what you would expect for a 4 credit class, he has us reading enough for a 12 credit class. EFF me! AND it's all written in early American English.
Holy shit! I have teenagers. I'm used to things like texting, "ya know," "my bad," and a shit load of freaking medical terms learned from years of having a kid in the damn emergency room for years on end, a very sick baby and a kid that was hit by a car.
I'm having a really hard time reading the constant "thee, thou, doest," and all that shit. Then I'm supposed to tie it together somehow? I see my 4.0 GPA in free fall motion.
Doesn't he (the history master) know I need to shop, I need to shoot and I need to ride my motorcycle? Doesn't he know that I have blogs to read and posts to write? Doesn't he know that I was in a Bipolar moment when I thought I could do it all?
I guess the real question should be "What in the hell was I thinking?"