Why do I have such an amazing forgetter? This is now at least the 2nd spring semester that I decided to load up on units thinking I was some kind of super-human and then fallen ill half way through only to fall suuuuper far behind. By now one would think that the phrase I tell plenty of my students "Remember, the TORTOISE won!!" would be a piece of wisdom that I could apply to myself, but apparently there are just days, weeks and months that I forget. Since January I have been so engrossed in my studies that I have not had much of a social life.. my husband is basically holding the house together, and when I am not at work, school, or in my home office, chances are you can find me in bed sleeping, or wishing I was.. Somewhere I still have some friends that remember my name. hahha! I have gotten little bugs here and there, but last week I got hit with a case of hay fever that basically knocked me on my butt. I went to the doctor to be certain the fire in my throat was neither strep nor tonsillitis, and was at that time told that I needed bed rest, fluids and to determine whether or not I could maintain my current stress levels. Spring break seems a million miles away, and midterms are creeping closer and closer by the hour. To say that I might be having a minor internal pity part would be pretty darn accurate. Thursday til Sunday with the exception of a couple of errands, my butt was in bed. I did nothing that required energy besides making tea and watching TV between naps. Monday morning, I rallied for the students I Beacon tutor, but by noon was worn out. Tuesday it was an all day bed day again, and then Wednesday I made a minor appearance before my voice decided it had had enough. So, here I am, contemplating my next move and wishing I had a second version of myself to remind me that if I end up dropping a class it is not the end of the world, that college is a marathon - not a race, and that the only person who says I have to finish by an imposed date is myself. The thing is, in the end, I know that this too shall pass. At some point in the future, I will forget about this moment and only remember the students that have meant so much to me this semester, the professor who said I should consider becoming a professor myself, and how I wore the same rain boots half the semester because it was such a wet winter/spring season. In the end, it was not the speedy hare that won, it was the persevering tortoise. Slow and steady is better than fast and burnt-out. Xo,
Michelle
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Liz
4/3/2019 06:13:22 pm
None of your future employers will care one whit about a W or two on a record. I can promise you that.
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AuthorI'm Michelle, and I've got a full plate! As a full-time dietetics student, step-mom, wife, study coach, and tutor in my late 30's, some days I'm barely scraping by. But, no matter what is on my plate, it's always gluten free! Categories
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