angiepants [one pocket at a time]
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Week 1 of Spring Quarter
Monday: Classes 8am-1pm, get textbookts from library, clinical practice 2pm-5:30pm, meeting the 3 guys of the Old Candyshop Apartment (crossing my fingers its just as nice and its sounds!)
Tuesday: Classes 9am-3pm + Mandatory DPT Class Meeting, eat and catch up on studies
Wednesday: “Wellness Day” at our Rec Center, 12:30-2:30 retake of an Evidence Based Practice Final (ugh), Dinner date with two good friends 6pm, RA Duty 7pm-7am
Thursday: lasses 8am-3pm, Drexel Housing Fair 4pm-6pm, RA Staff Meeting 9pm-11pm to set up duty assignments for the whole spring quarter (it’s gonna be a long, anxiety building one!)
Friday: Classes 8:30am-5pm, studies and catch up after
And put in more lots of “Study and Catch up” in the between parts. Oh, and eating is usually good too.
the bends
n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.
Also: You probably love doing but do too much.
2,109 notes (via my-quarterlifecrisis & dictionaryofobscuresorrows)
Schedule: Winter Quarter 2012 (minus random Mandatory Class Meetings and Case Rounds)
Outlook: Dying.
On stampeding, strolling, whatever is necessary to go forward without time to turn and look backwards.
There’s no time for it all.
There’s no time for exercising and buying new clothes at a cheap price, making hair look nice, keeping a clean and clear face, staying flexible.
There’s no time for bar hopping and staying on top of school work, being dedicated to a job that houses you, balancing respect and play, maintaining a sleep schedule to avoid the frequent college zombie appearance.
There’s no time to fully enjoy the city surrounding you and stay closely knit with family at home, take long weekend vacations, keep an affordable spending limit.
All of these find at odds and ends with each other. They keep you constantly on your feet or constantly thinking, both which are equally exhausting.
Sure, one could call it the rush of life, but this is sometimes just plain ridiculous. My responsibilities are rushed, my enjoyments are rushed, my hard work is rushed. I still doubt most of my friends and family understand that. Many friends simply didn’t respond to me despite my outreach while visiting ‘hometown home.’ My parents ask if I’m ‘okay’ when I’m simply in study work mode with spread out notes. Both parties don’t realize the need for planning to happen, for things to be talked about now rather than ‘next week’ when you will most likely forget. I am open to discussing anything, just communicate with me, please.
I’ll be honest, writing this really isn’t solving anything. It already confirms what I know-attachment takes involvement, involvement keeps one on a very busy schedule, and not everybody meshes well with one another’s.
It’s just legitimately frustrating. And sometimes there’s no time to explain, reinforce, or coerce those concerns and frustrations, but just continue on because you have too.
Creations of the Day?
- Birthday Cookie Cutter Treats
- Caramel Apple, for another birthday
- Metal Construction worker lamp to be turned into a floral light piece
- Nails (never happens)
- Grilled Artichokes
- Notes, lots of Notes for school
Especially when left alone and not being ‘busied’ by things going on around me. Otherwise, life and schedules go pretty fast and that I can handle.
Isn’t it crazy (and somewhat frightening) how you can miss so much so quickly when you live another schedule, let alone state away, from your family?
This is my cousin Haley’s communion in N.J. I missed today. My little girl cousins are growing up and becoming gorgeous pre-teens while my brother is getting chased by girls (even if they are much younger.)
On Brains & letting them (not) go on vacation.
The pink squiggly thing that lives in my head is a never ending ticking piece of equipment. Even if my whole body is tired, by brain worries, plans, and thinks.
How are you getting to work tomorrow? What new thing are you cooking so the vegetables in your fridge don’t go bad? Can you buy that skirt cheaper somewhere else? How are your cousins doing? What new show is going on and when can you go, at the cheapest price, and with who? What are you doing for housing during Graduate school, who are you living with, are you going to have a job on the side..or even want to?
It never stops.
Can I take my brain out and place it aside for just a few hours?
Adjectives
Whenever the tough gets going, I whip this out. It’s a few go to reminders of how close ones perceive me, and an automatic picker-upper.
I’ve even laminated the thing at work because it’s a constant in my stressful routine (and not so routine) schedule.
