I hit that "I hate life" portion of the semester this week. I walked out of class on Monday hating the world and everybody in it. I hated all the work I had already done, all the work I was in the middle of, and all the work still to come. Yeah... that bad. I've since recovered... That was quick... While I love teaching, it makes me impatient about being a student. I'm just ready to get that part over with so I can get on with the rest of my life.
Now I'm like where the heck did the week go? I seriously feel like I looked up last night and was like, "Tomorrow's Friday???" I go all week long non-stop, come home and watch tv and work then work some more. It's such a ridiculous pattern but I think I can handle it and thankfully, now I know the rest of this year will go ahead and get itself behind me. Yippee for that! Peace out, loser!