Just catching up...

Tonight I thought would be a good night to simply catch some things up...and after looking at the two syllabus' (or would that be "syllabi") it will probably be the last time I'll have a chance to "catch up" until, say...oh, I don't know...DECEMBER.

It's been almost three weeks since I had the pleasure of visiting "Happy Land" and have realized a few things. First, it really sucks that I am allergic to any type of pain medication that has any type of a punch to it - if it's not on the level of Extra Strength Tylenol, it can not go into my body (because it will come out of my body in a very violent and unpleasant manner). Second, although I want it more than anything and at times I believe I am - I am just not healed. Unfortunately, this comes with a reminder that is similar to the feeling of having a heart attack (I would imagine; I have never actually had a heart attack so I really have nothing to go off of here except what I would THINK having a heart attack would feel like). This reminder is generally done in the middle of the night - and if it could have an attitude, it would be something like "Do you like your vacuumed floor now?" On the positive, I am learning how to sleep through it which means a) it's not happening as often or b) I now have the pain tolerance of an elephant - I can't figure out which one it is yet. A one inch incision through the areola would be the technique I would use to interrogate prisioners...then I would make them vacuum. It is the most frustrating thing in the world not to be able to do the simplest of things - it's vacuuming, I wasn't trying to set a new world record for lifting dead weight. Asking for help is one of the hardest things that I can ever do - I hate it. It's hard to give up independence - even if only for a little while.

So when deciding my class schedule, I have managed to be pretty good at balancing the classes which take a lot of time with those that are just stupid, but yet required. I thought I did that this time...I was wrong. I knew I had to take Managerial Accounting which would be considered the time sucker hard class (since me and accounting get along like oil and water) and that International Business would be the "read-a-chapter-here-and-there-and-participate-in-class-discussions" type of class; really not a big deal. Yeah, not even close. It appears that BUS D301 International Business is where Macroeconomics and Business Administration collide...it is my own "Big Bang" theory. At the end of this collision, an analysis of the business environment that companies face when transnational firms do business in other countries is supposed to pop out - in the form of a business plan....done in groups. This small little project, on top of 10 papers, 5 exams, 4 little papers written on articles that I have to track down and an oral report on a current event that took place after August 1, 2008 - the Super Current Event. So, needless to say my first day of class was rather enlightening...and a little frightening...and painful; while in the congested hallway of the business building, I took a back pack to my right one which about brought me to my knees. Nothing like the feeling of when the corner of a text book meets a 2 1/2 week old surgical incision. But I waited to cry (and I only cried a little; I don't even know if it would classify as a "cry" more like a small tear similar to what happens when you stare at the sun too long) until I got outside - so I could blame it on the sun. I'm just really happy that the tape strips are still on to hold the freaking thing together.

So Jenn, I will do my best to keep up on my blog, but I can't make any hard promises. Right now, I fear for my plants...and my Sea Monkeys (they were a birthday present from the kids...I had to "grow" them). For now, I have to sleep...not because I'm overly tired at this particular moment, but because sleep is going to be moved to the list of "things that are nice to do" in another few days - trying to fill the tank.