Here we are at the end of the second week of the semester... Wait... What? When did that happen? Nope, I'm pretty certain it didn't. I distinctly remember it being Christmas yesterday. Wait... It's not? That's not true, that's impossible! Ok... Little less drama.
So this semester's workload is a bit of a doozy for me. Not so much the class, but the timing. I think my guardian angel might have looked at me and said, "Hmmm... Something is missing. I know! Stress levels, let's make her sweat." Thus here I am enrolled in 3 history classes, 1 theory, 2 ballroom, weight training, self defense, plus working on Studio C season 4. I wondered why I am still plagued by this hormonal facial skin leprosy (a.k.a. Acne) that was supposedly a teenage affliction. Had a little chat with the dermatologist. "Lower your stress levels. It'll make a world of difference." Imagine myself making my Queen Victoria "I am not amused" face as he tells me I should take up personal meditation. So due to all this after my first week of school I phone my mother on the verge of tears. This is how awesome my mother is.
Meg: Hi Mom.
Mother Dear: how was your first week?
Meg: well that's what I'm calling about. I just... I just don't know what to do. *bites lip trying to keep from breaking down into obscene tears*
(Fast forward as I stutter my way through my syllabi)
Meg: Does that make sense? Because I'm so lost and I just wanna go back to bed and say nope.
Mother Dear: okay, here's watch you do. Make a spreadsheet and...
And she knew exactly what to do.
This is why mothers are so important, they know how you tick. My mother could decipher my stress levels by the state of my hair and the amount of sleep I was getting by my outfits. A regular Sherlock Holmes, my mother. Without my mom, I'd still be wearing sweats holed up in my apartment, watching Netflix to avoid human contact and homework. Instead, however, I now have a 2 page spreadsheet that has been color coded to match with my physical planner.
So pretty much, if you want to somehow get in contact with me and share, what do you call it? Face time? I can probably pencil you in sometime in April.
