As you’ve no doubt noticed, blogging is light these days. School is taking every last drop of spare energy I have, and I’ve got nothing left over to comment on anything other than my own state of mind. That gets boring for everyone after awhile.

I’ve attacked school with the same fanaticism I tend to bring to everything. I’m doing well - 98% after 3 of 8 weeks - but that’s not good enough. I push myself for perfect scores and beat myself up for failure. Failure — what a way to describe 98%, huh. But that’s the way it feels.

I start each week in a panic after the first read-through of the material, not having a clue how I’m going to learn it all in 5 days. I do my first attempt at the online homework under a cloud of doom, only to be surprised that it’s not as hard as I thought it would be. After 2 times through that to get my perfect score it’s time for the test on Saturday, which I also approach with dread. But again, it’s usually not as hard as I anticipate. Exhausted, I take Sunday off, then start the process over on Monday.

This week I’m behind because I took Memorial Day off, too. As of this morning I’ve only been through 2 sections of chapter 6, and I have to get through the end of chapter 7 by Friday. I’m overwhelmed, which is why I’m procrastinating by writing this.

The pressure is starting to get to me, but so far I’m not scratching. My hands are mostly healed up and I want to keep them that way.

I’m so glad I’m taking Term 6 off. There’s no way I could do this and still do my writers’ conference, let alone a trip to Iowa.

Now, back to the grindstone ….