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June 10, 2005

I feel ... the earth ... move ... under my feet.

Luckily, I no longer feel the sky tumbling down. Last weekend I had the closest
thing to a mental and nervous breakdown I have ever had. I have spent the past 4
weekends doing nothing but homework. Going home from work on Friday nights and
for the most part not even getting out of my pajamas until it was time to get
ready for work on Monday morning. To make matters worse, the past two weekends
were long weekends as I celebrated Memorial Day by doing homework and I took off
the following Friday from work to futile attempt to get everything done. By 8 pm
on Sunday night it was obvious there was no way I was going to have the time,
the energy nor the brain capacity to finish my two research papers by the time
they were due. An interesting thing about going back to school at the age of 30,
and that opportunity having been a dream for so long, my grades are so much
important to me now than they ever were at Baylor. And knowing that I was in
danger of not completing two major projects sent me over a mental edge. I was
crying, my left eye was twitching, I had a migraine that just wouldn't go away
and I didn't know where to turn. I went to class Monday night and turned in my
menu project, ate dinner after class, and went home. I sat down with the
intention of writing a research paper from start to finish buy my brain and body
revolted. So, I took a big swig of NyQuil and went to bed. Tuesday, when I got
to work, I really started to go nuts, started making phone calls to the school,
to my advisor and such. I finally got in touch with the school counselor who
told me to go to class that night, talk to the chefs and tell them what I had
told her. The chef I have on Tuesday and Wednesday night is a nut. He is a
comedian and very approachable. A complete contrast to the chef I was going to
have to talk to on Thursday night. Tuesday night, chef was so understanding and
just asked that I call the counselor and have her call him to confirm that I had
talked to her. I went home with a small to medium sized chunk of the sky
starting to retreat itself back to its proper place in the stratosphere, and NOT
six inches above my head. He told me that he wasn't sure about how to handle the
logistics of either giving me an incomplete or changing my grade after I got
everything turned in, but that he would find out. For the first time in I don't
know how long, I went home and went to bed. I woke up Wednesday morning feeling
somewhat better but still worried over what the Thursday night meeting would
bring. I went to work, class and then when I got home I attempted to start to
look for information for my 2nd paper online, but there just isn't a whole heck
of a lot of information online on the Czech influence on Central Texas cooking.
That paper is going to require a trip to the library and hopefully a road trip
to the the Little Czech Bakery. Thursday, worrying about that night, I was so
exhausted at work that I could barely stay awake. But I had finally came to a
peace about what ever was going to happen would. I went to class and asked the
chef if I could talk to him. I started to explain my situation and about the
time I finished the comedian chef walked up and started padding my conversation.
Telling the straight-laced chef that he had already talked to the counselor and
that he just needed a chance to figure out the logistics for me. I was so
grateful to him for coming up and helping ease that conversation. I immediately
felt another piece of the sky being lifted off my head. Now, the logistics.
After finals are over next Thursday night, they will turn in my grades (on
Monday the 20th) just as they are. If, without the paper and a few other missing
assignments, my grade is an F... I have 7 extra days to get my stuff in for them
to change my grade to what it should be. If, I pass the classes, which I should,
without the paper.. then I have a little more leeway to get stuff done and they
have until July 11th to get my grades changed. I want to be able to enjoy some
of my 3 week break so, regardless of what my grades are, I will turn in all my
stuff by the 24th. I can get some rest this weekend, go to the library, and
study for finals. Next week will be my last week of this ridiculous 4 day 8:00am
- 10:30pm schedule. I am planning on going to "TheArmpitOfHell" the following weekend, that
way I can stop and do "research" at the Czech Stop, and fix my mother's computer
that she has been complaining about since before I moved to Dallas. That next
week I can work a normal 8 - 5 and then come home and have all night long to get
my missing papers and assignments finished. I will turn all of it in on the
24th. The entire sky will be back in its proper position, I will be able to see
clearly, and enjoy the 17 happy days I will have left before all of this fun
madness starts again.

Posted by FutureFoodTVStar at June 10, 2005 08:41 AM

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Posted by: Nessa at June 10, 2005 09:51 AM

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