One of my classes started today...a math class, one of the four classes I need to graduate this spring. It is an online class, thanks to the greatness of scheduling conflicts, and math is not my favorite subject of all time. I decided to jump in with a decent attitude and see what happened.
I took the morning to get as enthusiastic as possible. Okay, who am I kidding? I took a nap. With my pulled muscle or whatever, I haven't been sleeping well, and the couch has been the most restful spot thus far. Who knew? Anyway, I geared up for the class around lunchtime, and was still hard at work at 3:10 when B walked in the front door.
Long (boring) story, short? I did homework in that class for nine hours. Nine. As in, one more than eight. As in, probably four more hours than I tend to sleep at night. In the introductory email(s), the professor said we should expect to spend at least nine hours a week working on this class. My question is, if I do nine hours in one day, I'm good, right?
I have so many deadlines this week, and I'm trying to prioritize them a little bit. It's proving to be difficult, and even though I have three days a week to devote to my classes, it's still hard to get it all done. I'm somewhat concerned about how it will be when the next class starts in a couple of weeks. Staggering is a great idea in theory, but it's also great(er) when the end dates are staggered as well. In this case, they are not.
So, I'm off to recline on a heat pack, because I seem to get better results with heat, although, at this point, I'd be so happy to be able to take a normal, semi-deep breath. I'd love to yawn or cough or even hiccup without feeling like a jillion knives are stabbing me in between my ribs.
This is the most fun ever! Except...not.
Aubs
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