Perspective
The word of the day is STRESSED!
The morning began with a close friend letting me know that her grandmother died. woah.
This was followed by a VERY busy schedule. I have an hour and a half between classes, in which I was trying to take a shower, eat, and call some people for Circle K (we've been playing phone tag for weeks and I'm trying to schedule stuff, not fun). class was, well, class. I talked to my prof about teaching the class one day later in the semester to get honors credit. My topic is power in relationships. heh.
Off to work. normally this is one of my favorite parts of the day, but we just opened yesterday and we have been SOOOOOOO busy. I had appointments almost the entire time, and because I'm a committee chair and this is the first week, I had lots to do in between. Kim (my boss) also explained to me that people that can letter signs without drawing them out in pencil first (me) are insane. I fit in :)
I got of work at 6:00 to run to a meeting that started at 6:00 so that our club can get re-affiliated on campus. I have another one next week on how we apply to get money from SGA. We got out at 7:00, with a 30 mn break until the SGA meeting. Seriously, I'm doing a lot for Circle K. we need to get some of our members to do this stuff. stupid SGA.
Meanwhile, Tabitha (my spanish major teaching fellow amiga) is literally crying because she is overwhelmed by our spanish classes. We're taking lit and convo together, which probably wasn't the best idea. She doesn't have enough hours to be a full time student if she drops either, which is stressing her out to the point of not eating or sleeping. I took her to the meditation room between meetings, then after SGA got out at 9:00-ish I made her dinner (yes, I cooked) and we went to work on Spanish together for a while.
Between meetings, I got a voicemail message from Steven saying he didn't make it on Jeopardy (he skipped class to try out today). I called him when I got back to my room at 12:30, but he was already in bed, so I didn't really talk to him. sadness.
I've also realized that most of the things that bother/upset me most, I don't tell anyone. It may not seem like it, but I just don't talk about the things that really do stress me out the most. aside from the unusually high rate of distressed friends, all of that was just a normal day for me. . . you don't know what's really going through my mind. I'm so mysterious. muahaha :P seriously though, I'm like an ogre. or an onion. or a parfait.
So now I'm back in my room, lying to myself that I'll do my homework between classes tomorrow. Thinking about my day and everything still to come. And suddenly I'm remembering something that one of those speakers said at one of those conventions: on a scale of 1-10, how much is this really stressing me out? How stressed would I be stressed if, say, I found out that my tuition didn't get paid and I didn't have classes or housing and had to go home for a semester? How stressed would I be if my parents or brother or Steven died?
Life suddenly looks so much easier. And while I can't control my friends' lives and what they have to go through, I know they'd be there for me, too, if I needed them. As far as everything else, I choose to be this way. I volunteered to go to all those meetings and work those hours and take all those classes. I doubt I'd be happy if my life weren't so. . . adventurous.
suen~os dulces :)
PS I'm trying to use lj-cuts so I don't take up so much space on your friends pages. You know I talk a lot. It's my major. Feel sorry for my students.