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Oct. 8th, 2007 06:10 pmSo I'm planning on getting home this weekend for Fall Break and collapsing in a heap. It's just been a very long three weeks, and it doesn't look like it's going to get any less insane till this Friday.
A short version of what's been keeping me wiped:
My roommate has been having a lot of problems with her fiancee over the summer and into this fall. And between the twenty-third of September and this Sunday, they went from being engaged to not being in any relationship with each other. And I've been the person most available to be relationship counselor/person to vent to for both of them. *crumples a bit* I love my roommate, and I care deeply about both of them, and it hurts a lot to see them both going through this, even if it is for the best for both of them. But it means I've pretty much been permanently on-duty, emotionally, and it's incredibly draining.
Secondarily, I've found myself acting as mother/confessor figure for a number of my group of friends here at campus. Again, it's not something I mind doing for any of them, but it takes a lot of energy to be that for all of them. I'm introverted enough that interacting with people, especially in high-intensity situations, gets exhausting fast.
I've also been fighting with the PT department here on campus. See, I lost my direct entry into the program, which is partially my fault for not keeping on the ball about my grades, and partially my advisor's fault for giving me misleading advice on multiple occasions. I didn't find out that my grades weren't what they needed to be for the PT department until after the deadline for applications was over. So the person in charge of the admissions process told me I could submit my application as soon as possible and they'd put me in the cue for the admissions process. Which is fine, but that meant I had to scramble to find people to write me recommendations to enter the PT program, all my observation hours are four years old, I had to write an essay based off of those four-year-old memories, and fill out a new PT form. Oh, and spend thirty dollars on the application fee. Not happy-inducing, and another source of stress.
I've actually been doing relatively well in classes, so even though they take a lot of time and energy, they aren't exactly stressing me out. Maybe the third time's the charm in Physics, because I'm actually getting it. We got our first tests back, and I got a B, with most of the points being taken off because of simple math errors caused by not having time to go back and double-check things. Likewise, I got my first Latin test back with an A-, which, considering that it consisted of translating a passage of Cicero and a poem from Martial and then answering questions about them, I'm rather happy about. My religion classes are fun, and if I had more energy I'd really be squeeing about them every Tuesday and Thursday. Okay, so maybe not every Tuesday and Thursday, because Contemporary Theology has a tendency to make my head explode, but more often than not.
Okay, moving to happier things. Most of the spn_remix fics are up at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spnremixfics, including the one I pinch-hit. And my author likes my story, which has me squeeful. Whenever the waiting period for being anonymous is over, I'll post it here.
A short version of what's been keeping me wiped:
My roommate has been having a lot of problems with her fiancee over the summer and into this fall. And between the twenty-third of September and this Sunday, they went from being engaged to not being in any relationship with each other. And I've been the person most available to be relationship counselor/person to vent to for both of them. *crumples a bit* I love my roommate, and I care deeply about both of them, and it hurts a lot to see them both going through this, even if it is for the best for both of them. But it means I've pretty much been permanently on-duty, emotionally, and it's incredibly draining.
Secondarily, I've found myself acting as mother/confessor figure for a number of my group of friends here at campus. Again, it's not something I mind doing for any of them, but it takes a lot of energy to be that for all of them. I'm introverted enough that interacting with people, especially in high-intensity situations, gets exhausting fast.
I've also been fighting with the PT department here on campus. See, I lost my direct entry into the program, which is partially my fault for not keeping on the ball about my grades, and partially my advisor's fault for giving me misleading advice on multiple occasions. I didn't find out that my grades weren't what they needed to be for the PT department until after the deadline for applications was over. So the person in charge of the admissions process told me I could submit my application as soon as possible and they'd put me in the cue for the admissions process. Which is fine, but that meant I had to scramble to find people to write me recommendations to enter the PT program, all my observation hours are four years old, I had to write an essay based off of those four-year-old memories, and fill out a new PT form. Oh, and spend thirty dollars on the application fee. Not happy-inducing, and another source of stress.
I've actually been doing relatively well in classes, so even though they take a lot of time and energy, they aren't exactly stressing me out. Maybe the third time's the charm in Physics, because I'm actually getting it. We got our first tests back, and I got a B, with most of the points being taken off because of simple math errors caused by not having time to go back and double-check things. Likewise, I got my first Latin test back with an A-, which, considering that it consisted of translating a passage of Cicero and a poem from Martial and then answering questions about them, I'm rather happy about. My religion classes are fun, and if I had more energy I'd really be squeeing about them every Tuesday and Thursday. Okay, so maybe not every Tuesday and Thursday, because Contemporary Theology has a tendency to make my head explode, but more often than not.
Okay, moving to happier things. Most of the spn_remix fics are up at
spnremixfics, including the one I pinch-hit. And my author likes my story, which has me squeeful. Whenever the waiting period for being anonymous is over, I'll post it here.