We slept with the windows open last night; that’s always a sure sign that Spring is truly on the way. I hope so, and I hope once we get through the “April” showers the rain slacks off to manageable levels. I’m tired of sliding down the hill in the mud to get to my car.
Today is the last day of Spring Break for the university, and I’ve been inundated with emails and blackboard postings about expectations for virtual classes next week. I’m not excited about the switch over to virtual, although obviously it was necessary. I’m not a very good self starter, and ADHD makes it infinitely harder to focus on “school things” when I’m home. I may need to drag myself out somewhere and sit in the car to do assignments away from the noise of the house, dog, kids, and husband. It was already difficult enough to manage a full time school load with working 50 hours per week, but I’ll manage. I always do. If anything, schoolwork is a good distraction from pandemic news.
Sometimes I wonder if I was crazy for deciding to go back to school at 35. It’s damn hard, harder than I expected. I’ve always known I wanted to do more with my life than manage a retail store, though. That’s also damn hard work, and even though the pay is good, it’s stressful and only gets more so every year.
I always thought one of the most awkward parts of going back to school would be being the oldest student in a room full of twenty year olds, but it really hasn’t been that bad. And, I’ve made a few new friends my age, which has been nice. I love the psychology department, and all the professors, so I do know I made the right decision. It’s just....weird. Feels like I’ve stepped off of that “path adults are supposed to follow”, but that’s fine. I’ve never really been someone to do what I’m supposed to.
If I can survive the rest of the semester, while managing a pharmacy during a pandemic, that’ll be a feather in my cap for sure. Either way, I’m stocking up on coffee. I don’t foresee a lot of sleep in my future.
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