Stress....What Stress

My stress level has sky rocketed through the roof. School is killing me. Undergrad seems like it was high school and grad is like college. I understand this isn't suppose to be easy but Jesus give me a break would ya. My one class at Salve is so boring I bite off 4 of my nails the other night. I hope my teacher is happy. My research class is the most demanding so far and has me questioning my sanity on a daily basis. I know it's draining me to the point where it's noticeable because people are constantly asking me it I'm alright because I look pathetic. Apparently looking like shit isn't flattering.
I recently worked a shift at my old job. I don't know where I found the time to drag myself back. I realized within the first hour why I don't work there anymore. I instantly regretted the decision to pick up the shift. I guess it's good because it only made me appreciate my new job even more.

Fall is Here!!!

I love all this fall weather. I mean I love it minus the rain that is. I'm glad that fall has finally arrived and the hot weather is moving its way outta here. These brisk days tend to make me happier than the hot muggy ones that I've become accustom to.
School is still looming in the background of my everyday life. I am forever trying to keep up with the mountains and mountains of work from every single one of my teachers. Again I'm back on the whole do they not realize I have more then one class bit. Grad school is like under grad only it's filled with the golden oldies.
I've been trying to update my blog as much as possible because it drives me absolutely nuts when people get behind in their blog. I like to catch up with people through these things and it makes it kinda hard when people ignore their blogging responsibilities.

Long Weekend

Well we finally started kickboxing this weekend. I must admit I was a little scared of this workout I've heard is intense. It was exactly that: intense. I really liked it even though it left me soar and completely exhausted. Think of it as tae bo times three hundred. I will be going back every Saturday until I am a lean mean kickboxing machine. I mean why not I own my own gloves. Watch out I'm about to be lethal soon. On top of my kickboxing I am actively going back to the gym. I love the gym believe it or not. I've been making an effort to wake up early to get there so I have enough time to accomplish things before going to work.
I got to meet up with the Robbster today to catch up on old times which was very nice. I miss hanging out with my friends but everyone's lives are so hectic. College is like high school when you leave it keeping your friends is a challenge. So is getting a job, making money, and all that other happy stuff. I wish I had more time to get together with all of my friends to hang out. There should be a national holiday to do stuff like that.
Now I am just rambling to fill blog space which means it's time to go. After all I have to wake up bright and early to go to the gym so I can come home and do homework and house work before real work.

Procrastination Station

Once again I'm procrastinating homework. It seems to be one of my favorite things to do lately when it comes to homework. I feel like it's already second semester and the light is at the end of the tunnel. Only it's like three weeks into the semester and my brain is boycotting already. I feel like I have developed a severe case of ADD lately.
I went to the gym today and have decided that I'm definitely going to start up my gym routine again. I forgot how much I miss actually getting to the gym and working out. Not the mention the how much more energy I have when I wake up and go right to the gym. Maybe this will motivate me to get more done lately and get my butt out of bed. I've already done about a billion things since I got up today. Well not including my homework. I've somehow managed to work my way around that subject and all subjects for that matter. Between my regular gym routine and kickboxing I should be a lean mean exercise machine in no time. I won't need a masters degree I'll be a super model in like 3 weeks. lol

New Adventures

So I finally made the "big" leap today and rejoined the gym. Since my car accident in November I haven't really made a conscious effort to get back into my old gym routine. I went to the YMCA occasionally with Erica but that was usually followed by going out to lunch. (a total counter action) Starting tomorrow I will be going to the gym again and taking it seriously now that I don't have a lunch buddy after the gym. It's not going to the gym that gets me, or even working out for that matter. I just need to get back into a scheduled routine and I'll be fine. I don't know why it's so hard to actually get back into that routine but I always seem to be too busy to actually stick to my commitments. I'm sure once I go a few times I'll manage to organize my commitments to fit in some serious gym time. Another factor that may help me get back into the swing would be the "new active lifestyle" Anthony has forced me into. (most of you know what I mean) This weekend we start our kickboxing class. This is being made possible by the Ledyard Fit Club. Ironically, this club was formally known as the Ledyard Obesity Project. (HHHMMM) I think the new name will attract more participants.
On a lighter note and a happier note might I add I finally finished my summer session class. I submitted my last grueling assignment tonight. I'm not sure what the quality my assignment is but we shall see in the coming days. I really did try my hardest to answer the question to the best of my intellectual ability but....It was hard. I mean really draining to the mind and body. I struggled to complete it for nearly a month. We shall soon see how intellectual I managed to sound and if my B.S. skills are up to par. Until then let's keep our fingers crossed.

It might be over...

I think I may have finished my Summer class finally. It only took me a month to stop procrastinating this assignment. My classes seem like they are going to be okay thus far but who can really tell at this point. I don't really have much to say but I have updated in a while.
Erica came to visit this weekend (yea) and we ended up going bowling and kicking major ass. Our weekend was as wild and crazy as they usually are when NY meets CT and RI but we can't always be wild and crazy gals.
My new job is going well. It is clear where my problems will lie and where I can ease my way thru a day. I know it's not supposed to be all rainbows and sunshine because if it was they wouldn't need me but I wish I could get in one easy day with my hard kid. The few times he has been cooperative he gets tired and asks me to end session early. What am I supposed to say "hey kid can we please go our full time since you aren't being a total shithead today."
That's all for now because like I said my life has not been all that exciting these last few days.

School is for fools

So it's September and that can only mean one thing: school is back in session. Now it is true I did graduate last May but, for some unknown reason, I had the burning desire to further my education. I've already bitched and moaned about this once but I'll do it again. I have officially begun my semester of hell. I have about 9 thousand hours of homework to do already. Now everyone always says: my professor must think this is the only class I'm taking this semester my course load is crazy. That is a true statement and I think every professor at Salve should be sent an email reminding them their students are currently enrolled in more than one class.
I went to campus the other day to run the usual errands (parking permit, books, and misc salve stuff) and I felt so out of place being there. I couldn't believe I was back walking around campus again! Not to mention the fact that everyone else looked 16 years old and I am now that old lady that's on campus. Remember that really old person in your SOC215 class and that always talked way too much and kissed ass like a pro? We are officially those kind of people. However I must say I do feel out of place in my Masters course. It's like the over 30's crowded in there. I think there are maybe 1o out of 30 students under the age of 24 in the class and we all huddle together at one set of tables like the others are carrying a disease. All of my classes are like that. I have a guy in my class that's been taking classes at Salve for 20 years!!!! He started when I was 2 for christ's sake. They talk about stuff that happened in the 70's. I didn't even happen in the 70's.
On another note I've been trying to finish up my last assignment for my summer session (unsuccessfully might I add). I know that once it's done then I'm done with the course but writer's block has consumed my body. Tonight I got into a discussion with Anthony on how to end a certain paragraph and seg-way into my next. I had typed: Individuals feel as though they have a just duty to rush to the aid of others even when it does more harm than good. Morality is a bitch. Anthony said that I should reconsider. I thought it was a powerful ending. I wonder what my professor would think. Anthony said to use a synonym for it but it just doesn't pack the same punch. Individuals feel as though they have a just duty to rush to the aid of others even when it does more harm than good. Morality is a female dog. It's really not the same.
But alas enough rambling for now. Apparently I don't have blogger's block today. Until next time that is unless homework kills me.


Yours Truly,
The Queen of Procrastination

I'm going back to school because.....

Why did I decide to continue my education? I swear I am a sucker for punishment. No normal individual would just jump into a full course load again. I even took summer session. I am an idiot. I have one assignment left for my summer session class and every time I attempt to do it the life is drained from my body and I begin to die from pure boredom. I finally finished the reading so I can actually type the paper. I intend to type it tomorrow but then again that is probably me being optomistic. Tomorrow I have to go to salve to buy books, get a parking permit, and do a shit load of other non-sense before my 6-830 class. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger...........this semester might just kill me!

Small Inspirations

Today I was at one of my client's homes doing a session and I was truly amazed. This client doesn't come from your normal run of the mill family that requires the services my job offers. This family is a normal upper middle class family that just needs a hand here and there. I was talking to the mother of this client and I told her how I admired how well she handled her children's behavioral issues and needs. She of course was honored to hear that. This is a mother that has been handling these issues from not one child, but two for over ten years. She literally has devoted her life to her children's every need (even more so b/c of their issues) and put her life aside. Somehow, I don't know how, herself and her husband have not gone insane along the way. I have never seen a family utilize coping skills and redirection the way these individuals do. After I complemented her parenting skills she looked at me and said: I am thankful for my children and how they have turned out. I survive by telling myself it could be worse. My child could be in a wheelchair unable to function, my child could be unable to speak or communicate to me their needs, my child could be much worse than they are. I have never heard a parent be grateful for the disabilities their child has and accept them. I have only heard the pleas of parents wanting their child to be "fixed." I cannot "fix" children. I can help them cope and learn ways to deal with what life has handed them and that is all. I wish every parent I have dealt with was as grateful for what their child has rather than being upset at what their child lacks.

Grown Livin'

It's so hard to believe that I am a "grown up." When I was little I would see older kids in stores and think: I can't wait to be their age. Well, now I am that age plus some and I can't believe it. I have to think about how old I am and can't remember the age of anyone else. Now that I'm out on my own I realize being this old isn't so much fun. My big activities on my days off from work consist of doing laundry and cleaning the house. I lead a very exciting life. It's not like when I was in college and could just clean and wash my clothes when ever (and I highly doubt I can bring my laundry to my mom who used to love to wash it). I realize now that grown ups never get a real day off.

She works hard for her money......

Today was day two at the new job. I visited with the same family today as yesterday. It's so funny to see a family other than your own function. Not only is it strange to see but these are families that have problems to begin with. Everyone automatically assumes a family functions similar to their own. Even if you think you don't you do it's a proven fact that by nature individual compare others life experiences to their own. Walking into an environment like the one I was in today is shocking and strange to see. It's kind of like when you are in a grocery store and you see a the parent in front of you disciplining their child and you feel awkward. I'm in this person's home providing family therapy and other services to their child but feel out of place trying to teach these people pro-active behaviors. I'm sure in time things will get less awkward....hopefully. But I still enjoy this much better.

A Fresh Start

Today was my first official day at my new job. I met both of my clients and I can already tell which family is going to be "the" family. Is it bad when a mother says "did they warn you about me?" But alas it is a new job that already seems waaay better than the old job. I can tell the people at this job enjoy what they do and are there to help in anyway possible. I could say to my new boss: "I need three days off to recoup and I'd also like for you to make my car payment for me. " And she would most likely say: "If you need the time please take it. Infact, take 4 days off to make sure you are fully recovered and as for your car payment how much should I make the check for?" That's the kind of employer I need right now. All in all I guess you could say your day has been good when the most tragic thing that happened was you broke a nail (a very nice one might I add) and you are suffering from a breakout (stress induces from my other job more than likely). So once my skin clears up and my nail grows I should be in good shape. Let's hope my day tomorrow is like today.