I know I say this every single semester, but I swear this is the worst semester I can remember since at least… well, last semester, probably. I have been counting down the days left since the very first class, and it just keeps getting harder. Today I finally passed the halfway point, and also the point of no return. Although I have seriously considered backing out of this semester more than once, I am now officially committed for the duration, for the main reason that I do not want to repeat the last seven weeks for any reason whatsoever.
Whenever I say something to the effect of, “Yeah, I know I’m going to be planning a wedding, starting a new job, babysitting two nights a week, and taking two writing intensive courses for the next four months, but I don’t think it will be so bad,” for the love of god, please hit me over the head with a sledgehammer because I think that is the only way I will possibly see that I am thinking like a total idiot.