sentimentality

Remember that stress I said seemed to be missing from my life?
It decided to make a *hopefully*one-night-only comeback performance.  Wee.

It’s funny how last year my stress revolved around class work, entirely.  It was pretty much all a balance of schedules and schoolwork.  Figuring out how to get my five page paper done when I was spending two hours of my day off campus teaching kids how to solve conflicts non-violently.

This year my stress is so much more than that. It’s all these real life issues.  Living in another country.  Credit card debt.  Savings accounts.  Passports.  Immunizations.  Expense Reports.  Did I mention living in another country?  Just when did I become so old, anyway?

I’m usually fine, until I get in entirely over my head.  Which is one of the moments I’m having now.  Which is why I’m not studying for my Irish quiz tomorrow.  Which is why she’ll probably have some more things to say about my sub-par performance. 

Ehh, pog mo thon.