“welcome to the joys of the third shift life”
this is sort of misleading as i have been a frequent visitor for awhile, but recently it has reached critical status. i’m trying not to get so behind with my work, but part of me feels like – realistically – i should just worry about what i can actually control at this point in the game. and i want to do well this semester, but i have to resign myself to not expecting to end up perfect (or even anywhere fucking close).
i finished reading the kite runner for my humanities class last night. why was there not a written warning for us to sign before reading it? i’m just saying because that thing – while very beautiful – fucked me up. i was crying and crying. and my paper for it is gonna be even more late because i had lent out my humanities book, and i kinda sorta need it for that. i mean it’s fine. i wasn’t rushing to write that paper anyway, but it is looming.
beyond that, i am officially sneaky spy status today, as i have to attend the other section of managerial accounting, which is the room right beside the class i’m actually supposed to be in at the same time, which is my human resources class. that class does not have an attendance policy, and believe me, i’d much rather be there than accounting, but a girl has to choose her battles wisely. and accounting is not to be missed, or i will be completely lost. but i’d hate to be caught by my other teacher. that would take a lot of explaining, that i just don’t want to do. my head is not clear enough to come up with reasons that sound legitimate.
yesterday was very frustrating for a few reasons, and the aftermath is that i really don’t know what to do or think or possibly say about a certain situation, and it made me really confused and kind of really sad. not giving up or in, but definitely not as hopeful as before, which – to be fair – is much more certain ground in this situation, even though i was hoping to avoid all that.
why am i not in humanities? it is going on right now. i’ll tell you why. and this relates directly to the third shift life. i was up until 7:30, and slept for an hour, intending to go to accounting at 9:00 (i really want to see how i did on our exam from wed, because i think i did well), but when that damn alarm rang i knew it was not meant to be. so i set it again, and when it rang the next time, the same feeling. then i woke up startled and realized i was already 10 minutes late to my humanities class. i’m not supposed to miss anymore, but i am so crazyface and would’ve had to have gotten ready and rushed over there and been hella late, and while that’s not usually a problem for me, i feel it is not a good look for today. i would’ve been really late, and paperless. so whatever extreme consequences with regards to my grade apply here, i am willing to accept them. i just couldn’t do it today.
blah blah blah, right? but seriously, nothing really exciting is happening right now, so this craziness is it for now. i’m really already counting down the days til thanksgiving, when i can leave here for a few days, but i’m also feeling really distant from my family in a lot of ways, and not really sure how to deal with all of that. i just need to stop thinking about things in terms of “what should be” and focus on “what is” so i can deal. that goes for school and home and everything else.
i have a counseling appointment tomorrow, and maybe for the first time ever, i really don’t want to talk about anything. i’m constantly worrying about it all in my head and it doesn’t change anything, so i think i should not continue things as usual, and then worry about them out loud. it hasn’t been helping, and it’s not the counselor – i love her – but it’s just all secondary to the more immediate needs of getting things done right now, and that is not something i like, but it just is, and talking about how i need to get things done doesn’t get them done or make me hate doing it any less. brian said something funny last week, when we were complaining about school. he mentioned that he tries to find the fun in even the most boring classes, and that he knew i did not work like that. he said he loved that if i wasn’t feeling something there was no way i’d pretend like i was and everything was cool. but i always focus on the negative and it’s exhausting but i can’t play make believe and pretend things are fine, because that is just so fake. no amount of convincing can get me past that.
so i guess in the end the moral of this most recent visit to the third shift life, is not to return for a while, because it makes me do crazy shit like write all this down, when i should be back asleep or something.
*there’s no music right now, but there is a nice cool breeze and fall weather finally, which is really happy for me. now if only it would not switch back and forth between that and end of summer weather, we’d be ok.