Where’d I put my cranky pants?
Posted by E-George on September 29, 2007
The classic diametrically opposing activities confronted me this weekend, with the blunt force likened to having a door vigorously shut across one’s fingers. The choices were these:
- Go to my parents house and celebrate Noah’s graduation from paramedic school and subsequent licensing as a paramedic. See Sarah and Larry and Anah for the first time in months, eat Nathan’s smoked ribs, swan dive into a giant bowl of guacamole. All that.
- Stay home, do physics homework, right a 10 page lab report, do laundry, prep for what is guaranteed to be a hellacious circuits exam next week.
Suh-diddily-UCKS to be me right now. Of course, the choice is obvious. I have to completely forgo the family interaction in favor of studying. I have to pass these classes, or I can’t go forward with the degree program.
But, boy am I ever cranky about this. I can feel the swirling irrationalities clambering all over my amygdala, trying to perform a hostile takeover that would send me off into the emotional weeds as a self-pitying, sobbing, red-splotched-puffy-faced, snot-dripping train wreck.
It’s that time of the semester where we’re approaching the mid-term point. It’s the darkness before the light. But oh, what darkness before that pinprick of light. To quote Nigel Tufnel, “How much more black can it get? And the answer is: none. None more black.”
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rochelle said,
this is more a response to your comment on my blog, but i do understand how you’re feeling. i’ve thought about new mexico for schooling, but i haven’t really decided if i can handle living someplace that is almost always summery.
E. said,
If it would make you feel better, we can spread a combination of laundry detergent and potato flakes all over your car once a week to give you the illusion of snow.
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