School

I am feeling really good today. The end is in sight. I register for my final semester next Monday. When I say end....It isn't the end, just the end of my BS. I plan on getting a Master's too. But the fact that I am going to accomplish the goal that I set out to do. I rarely accomplish goals in my life. I haven't had many goals and I am going to accomplish one is a big deal to me. It really makes me feel worth something again.

When I decided to go back to school, I said, " I am going to do this in two years". I didn't really know what all that entailed. Well I only had 57 credits at the time and I needed 75 more. So last year I completed 40 which meant a very very busy summer and this year by December I will have completed 35. Only one summer class this year, unlike three last year. Any way, I feel like I have something to brag about for myself and that feels good.

Another Day

So it is Wednesday again....I have taken two exams now and I don't feel much better about the semester except that it is four weeks down and only four more weeks 5 exams, one lab, and one presentation before Spring Break. But who is counting. My head hurts beyond belief. Am I really such a massicist that I would self inflict this torture on myself? I paid for this? What was I thinking? I will thank myself in the fall when I only have 12 credits and then I graduate. but the fall is forever away....Well, I might as well enjoy the ride.....to hell. If you wonder where I have been I am trapped in homework hell. Just kidding. I think that is where my kids think I am. poor babies.
Time for class again.

It's Wednesday

I am sitting here waiting for class to start and I saw I had a message from my sweet friend Christa. She amazes me! She is so positive even though she has been through so much crap. I have never heard her say a mean thing about anyone in my whole life and I have known her for many years. Even when she was upset at her parents she never said anything unkind about them. I am just really glad I got that message today. It made me smile and tear up here in this hallway. I have been so negative about myself lately and thinking about Christa made me realize a few things.

It's Wednesday 2-2-11. Its my mom's 62nd birthday. I remember posting about her 60th birthday. That was a fun dinner at Landmark. She doesn't dye her hair anymore. I am not sure why she stopped but she did. It upsets Cameron, but she still looks good. My mom makes gray look good. I hope I can be just as sexy when I am 62.