At the end of August, the full-time work/school gig hit.
How’s it been going so far?
It’s been completely exhausting.
Whenever I’m extremely tired my left eyelid twitches. Lately, it’s been spazzing out like an ADHD third grader!
I know I’m still in the process of getting used to my new schedule, but I would be a liar if I said it was easy.
Currently, my schedule looks like this:
- 5:30 am – Wake up and GO-GO-GO!
- 7:00-10:00 am – Classes (Monday to Friday)
- 10:15 am-6:45 pm- Work (Monday to Friday)
- 7:00 pm – Home and homework
- 10:30 pm – Sleep
- Also, class on Saturday from 10 am to noon.
Right now, I have 3 weeks down, and 13 to go!
I have to add this is hands down the easiest semester (also the last, woot, woot!) I’ve taken to obtain my Associate’s degree.
I am having a hard time imaging this full-time fiasco when I’m trying to obtain my Bachelor’s degree.
Learning to adjust to this schedule has been a nightmare for my body. I’m tired, hungry, and, honestly, pissy for no true reason 85% of the time. Two yoga classes are not enough. I’ve been trying to have a good attitude about all of this, but there’s so much tension in everything I do.
Mentally, emotionally, physically.
I think I’m a little overwhelmed.
Once you get into a Bachelor’s degree, it’s no joke. I’m thinking ahead to when that point comes. I know it’s still a year away, but I have to start figuring out what I want to do right now. The sooner, the better.
I know I can work part-time and go to school full-time because I’ve done it in the past.
Full-time? Not so much.
At this point in my college career, I consider myself a good student. I understand how much studying goes into each class you take. I take that time each day to do as much as I can. I’m currently taking 7 different classes. Don’t worry, five of these classes are workout and yoga classes. They’re easy. No studying. I just have to show up. The other two classes are Psychology and Philosophy. They aren’t bad either. Normal college courses. I’m just filling up the final 12 credits I need to graduate in order to get me to the truly important degree I’ve been wanting to obtain.
An English degree, emphasis in Creative Writing.
It’s so close, yet so far away.
Luckily, I know myself. I understand that I can get through this semester. I also understand that I have pretty far-fetched expectations for what I want to do with myself in the next year or so.
No matter what. I’m grateful I gave myself this experience. I put myself into this situation, and I am not a quitter.
I might barely make it, but I’ll make it.
If you’re in a full-time, full-time gig, like me, I wish you the best of luck!