My dirty little secret: I skipped my screenwriting class tonight so I could… work. Sigh…
I know that in about six weeks I’m going to be panic-free and wondering what all the fuss was about, but right now-- crunch time-- I’m wondering how I’m going to get it all done. Lectures to write for Mythology class, photocopies to make, a final exam to write, tons of essays to grade for English Comp, that damned screenplay that is in my head but not on the page, eight-- nine?-- writing deadlines (a couple of which I’ve committed to and don’t even have ideas for), appointments to make and keep (new glasses tomorrow, finally, and my car is out of the shop today, hurrah!), a husband to ready for deployment-- and his birthday to celebrate… and more, much more.
I’m not to the point where I can thrive on the madness-- I’m kind of in the panic mode, which is only enhanced by the impending deployment in three-- THREE-- short weeks. Ack.
I am promising myself a peaceful, happy summer with a trip (or two). That is what is keeping me motivated right now, rather than pulling out my hair (or all of my hair, rather). Summer will be quiet… a little lonely, maybe, but peaceful and creative…
Until then… I skip class to work. I’m pathetic.
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Yesterday, I went to class after the inner fight (do go/ don’t go). Turns out, it was cancelled. So, I sat there and read because I didn’t want to sit in traffic. Great stuff- I finished reading the book for the course (highlighted) and defined all the vocabulary words. I even finished grading four assessments. And I was back before American Idol!
Perhaps you should seek out an empty college classroom and pretend that your class was cancelled. Work in the dark to help ease a headache. Think about sex and french fries (but not together). Hum the theme to The Jefferson’s.
Worked for me!
Perhaps we all four can do dinner before the Hub heads out. Let us know...?