So, school started last week and i'm already feeling frayed and a bit freaked. Three classes. OK, technically it's two classes. Well, two-and-a-half...confused? So am I? It goes something like this: I'm taking one fiction workshop. Plus I'm TA-ing a class. Plus I'm doing an independent study version of the class that I'm TA-ing. But I've already read most of the books for the independent study. Except I kind of need to reread/skim through them again. And I still need to write my term paper for the independent study that I did this summer. That independent study is actually showing up on my fall transcript so I technically have until Dec. to finish it...but that would be pretty damn dumb of me if I waited until then. So I'm trying to get started on it now and get it out of the way before our St. Louis trip next month.
And then there are weddings to attend (two - one this month, one in Nov.) - both of which I'm really looking forward to...and George Jones in Reno next month...and other daily life-type things.
Yep. Frayed and freaked.
14 weeks left of school. Not counting this week. But who's counting?
I am.
I definitely am.
But...if I make it through this semester alive then I will have completed a total of seven credits...which means I will only need four more credits - plus a completed, approved thesis - for my MFA.
The thought of which, I think, freaks me out more than anything.
Because then, you know, it's like...um, now what?