Let's start with something a little more positive than normal. It's Thursday, so Hostile Wednesday has come and gone. Moreover, it's Thursday post-Modra, so I can tell you all about my acting accomplishments. Our interpretative staging of Cherry Orchard by Chekhov went off as hitchless as imaginable under all the circumstance. My butt is thoroughly frozen from sitting on the cold concrete for upwards of half an hour. I sure hope it's not true that you get hemmroids that way: that would be quite upsetting. Hopefully that presentation is a positive starting point for the endeavours to come: my Rocks test (20%) and my developmental psych mid-term (25%). I can't say I'm too concerned about either, but that's mostly because I have no choice but to trust in my own abilities at this point: rocks starts in under 30 minutes. Psych still requires a bit more studying, but my attention seems to be continuously diverted by numerous things--roommate, computer, other readings, etc.
However, I'm content that I'm not quite a hopeless case. Psych isn't until Saturday after all, and if my worse offense is that I take some time to eat meals and keep up to date with my other classes then I don't think my condemnation is written in stone--at least not yet. The fact of the matter is, I haven't compulsively cleaned anything or taken to hiding under my sheets, so I'm probably in pretty good shape all things considered.
It got cold today. Bitter cold. There wasn't a wind, but Jack Frost was like a ravenous dog nipping at every exposed limb. So whose idea was it to perform in the courtyard? Did you ever have one of those moments when you hear your own voice, and feel your lips moving but you can't agree with what's being said? "Oh, ya! It would be perfect to do it out here"--was one of those moments.
I'm bound and bent on not reviewing rocks anymore, so I'm just going to keep on typing. I'll tell you more about the excitement of my life. Tomorrow I get to arise bright and early to trek to the school for a workshop I'll present on Resume and Cover Letters. The workshop runs from 10:30 to 12:30, but we usually finish quite early. I will be absolutely furious if no one shows up. I'm not supposed to be on campus on Fridays, let alone before noon.
Next week is going to be hectic. Monday, brighter and earlier than ever before (this year), I will come to campus, get on a yellow school bus and proceed to Ingersoll, where Amanda and I will lead a class of grade 11 students through what is cheerfully known as "The Violence Prevention Program: A Love that Kills." And once isn't enough--oh no. I will be re-presenting the program to yet another class of grade eleven students on Thursday the 27th, this time in Stratheroy. Exciting, I know. My last presentation for the VPP is the following Thursday at Beal--London's largest high school. Anything I can do to help! Did that sound wrong to you too?
In addition to my Career Assistant-esque engagements, I will start working at the Western Day Care Centre within the next couple of weeks as their fundraising assistant. For those of you who don't know, the interview for this position was the one that led to the delirious walk down Wharncliffe on minimal sleep. I wonder how often I'm going to relive that experience.
I'm just about out of things to say...like that ever happens. I'll leave you with just a couple thoughts on how to cope with self-imposed mania:
- Embrace it. You're gonna need something to hold onto once your mind goes.
- Don't forget to breathe. Or at least recognize that you don't have a lot of choice in certain matters, like inhaling and exhaling, and your heart's insistence to keep beating. This way, you can relish in the things that you do have a choice about.
- Go crazy now and then. Throw something. Yell. Tell all your secrets to the person you trust least in the world so quickly that all that they hear is an odd and voracious burp.
- Dance like no body's watching. Or like they are if you're attention-deprived.
- Sing like you're tone deaf. This one's so easy for me. I've totally mastered it.
- Don't forget the important things in life. Whatever they are.
- It'll all be over soon. Soon is never soon enough. Rid yourself of the belief that it'll be over in due time. Due time has nothing to do with soon.
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