that frog girl

Ugh. Classes start back up again next week, so I’ve been in pretty much full-time over-drive panic mode for the past two. This pretty much consists of alternating between being so worried that I have no time left that I have to do something, anything to prove the worth of my sad little existence, to getting so depressed that I can’t possibly do anything in the tiny bit of time I have left that I just end up eating ice cream and reading blogs and watching Comedy Central.

Ugh.

Classes look … completely unpredictable. I have a pre-student-teaching, portfolio-building, mega-observation class, a 2 credit pass/fail “diversity colloquium” I’m required to take, and a physics discussion class I have to TA. Still can’t figure out if it’s going to be the easiest semester ever or the hardest.

I’m down to 10 hours per week for my assistantship for the semester, so that’s nominally approaching trivial. But the amount of actual work I’m going to have to do to get this big project we’re working on up and running by mid-October is huge, so I’m kind of stressed about that.

To make matters worse Scott had minor surgery last week. He’s fine, but I have to play nurse a couple of times a day, and he’s become somewhat house-plant-like.

Did I mention “Ugh”?