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I'm the old man in the Ocean Spray commercial. Except substitute "projects/reports" for cranberries.

I'm Tom Hanks in Apollo 13 when the crew shuts down the lunar module, signs off, and drifts in space with zero communication.

survival mode

Sleep is scarce. Appetite is foreign. Certain necessities have become mechanical. Work is my life-blood. Being dramatic is fun at 2 am.

It is snowing blizzally outside. I've just invented a new adverb. There are almost 200 feet of Christmas lights hanging between my window and South hall.

We sang "12 Days of CheckOut" for the freshmen. I wore someone's footy pajamas. Loved every moment. Sometimes I have to do things that aren't homework. Look at me. I'm not a robot. I'm much too cute to be a robot.

... okay. Back to work.

wuh-PSH!

Noelle Hagen smacked me in the face today. Metaphorically. I've been woken up from my Puddleglummyness, glimpsed at the joy I've had, and am juuust motivated enough to launch myself into a duel with homework.

Luckily, I've got my PU-36 SPACE MODULATORRR.

in the world of wayside

Today has not gone as planned. Not that there was a plan. But if there had been a plan, the results would've been different. Today was a wayside day.

I should've coasted through Mark Twain because I didn't read our 19 chapters of homework. But I got the golden seat next to Tim Esh, struggled through our chat, and got an "A+" in discussion.

I should've been perfect for my practicum lesson because it took me hours to prepare. I did very well, but should've included more student activity and wait time. My cooperating teacher told my adjunct professor that I've been tired and not-all-there lately. I should have been communicating with her about my shingles and work load. I had to explain that I was a hard worker and not a party-er.

I should've read When You Reach Me before dinner. But I got stopped by Nick and Mike and talked into playing a couple games of spicey uno. It was very relaxing, but afterwards I fell asleep... curled up in a ball.. on an armchair in McConn.

Should've finished my 10 page research paper by now. Should've written my practicum journal and had my other journals made up. Should've written my scholarship letter. Should've begun my English Ed Philosophy paper. Should've started my reading to lead Thursday's Mark Twain seminar. Should've finished my metacognitive papers by now.

Should've, should've, should've.

Imma bathe this in peace. Rejoice in the Lord. Don't be anxious in anything. Be thankful! Pray! God's peace transcends understanding.

crunch time.

I feel like Hogarth Hughs on coffee right now. In fact, "Hogarth Huges on coffee" is pretty much synonymous with "Bethany Mueller on coffee."

So I'm here at Paynes with Lauren "the boy scout" Rudd, Kayla "gnome" Johnson, and Danielle "ADD" Faust. It's a beautiful celebration. A celebration of Crunch Time. A time when I eat apple walnut paninis (WHUUUT) and drink irish creme coffee and squirm around in a booth until Kayla tells me to hold my feet still. The snow hushes the stress beautifully.

Here is a quote:

Kayla: Why are you on facebook??

Danielle: ... I was takin' a break.

Kayla: You're life is a break.

Here is today's to-do list:

-First 5 pages of paper for Mark Twain seminar (I would say, "sem" like some casual honors college kid... but I'm a regular old kid.)

-300 pages of The Mysterious Benedict Society

-Read 100 pages of When You Reach Me

-Grade a couple metacognitive papers

Tomorrow's:

-Second 5 pages of Mark Twain paper

-Read last 100 pages of When You Reach Me

-Begin yet another adolescent lit book (get half-way)

-Write a lesson plan and a post test for practicum

-Read No. 44 chapters 1-19

Tuesday's:

-Finish that last adolescent lit. book

-Write a report on my adolescent lit. books

-Write a Philosophy of English Education paper

-Read No. 44 chapters 20-34

Wednesday's:

-Write Eve character analysis paper

-THEMATIC UNIT

... that's as far as I'm thinking right now. And I have no idea if I have any tests this week... :)

3 days, 2 all nighters.

You know that part in Indiana Jones where Harrison Ford has to walk across a bridge that looks invisible? I feel like that's where I am. I'm a couple steps on the bridge... and I look down... and there's nothing holding me up! But there I am! Phew.

At the end of this all, I'll compile a list of what was accomplished by Divine power over this short period of time. Seriously. Divine. God is getting alllll the glory on this one.

hyperbole isn't even possible

I can't express how much work I have to do. It's inexpressible. I've never heard anyone tell me they had this much work. I've never encountered this much work. I genuinely might have to re-take a couple classes if I don't get all this done.

I'm not upset! I'm just so overwhelmed that my emotions have gone on screensaver mode. My brain is a dead man walking.

I am a small bug under a piano. If someone could play Rhapsody in Blue whilst I leak my little bug juices, I would appreciate it.