I can have it all!
^^This was totally me last night.
Have you ever had one of those days where you were so darn accomplished and you did so darn much in such an impossibly short amount of time, that you think it's an absolute travesty that no one took notice and gave you a medal for being so awesome?
Yeah, I totally had one of those days yesterday.
As you know, I am currently taking an online class to get my foot in the door of the culinary school in the college I work for. As you may not know, I stopped being a diligent student around the 7th grade. Up until then, I got straight As every single school year, but when I sat down at my assigned desk on my first day of Algebra in 7th grade and saw what we'd be learning, I thought, "Well, we had a good run, school."
I still got As and Bs throughout middle school and high school and was always on the honor roll, but my dedication was lacking and I did the absolute bare minimum required so I could get back to playing sports or hanging out with my friends. (The only subject that I gave due diligence was my Honor's English classes). Come to think of it, I rarely remember my friends and I cracking open books on the weekends. Either we were all really, really smart, or someone really needs to re-evaluate Indiana's education system.
I never really "tried" again at school until my senior year of college when I so tired of skating by and earning average grades because I was too preoccupied with my social life. I knew I was better than what my GPA was reflecting, so the final semester of my senior year I took the remaining five 400-level classes needed to graduate (4 genders studies classes and 1 media law) and I did it with a renewed zest for my academics.
I barely remember coming up for air that spring semester (as any college senior can probably attest to). I had to read a total of 10 books, hundreds of pages of articles, and after saving all of the essays and papers I had to write myself, I counted a grand total of around 150 pages. That's a lot of writing for 16 weeks of undergraduate courses. I balanced school with 3 part-time jobs that semester and not only did I receive all As (and one freakin' B+ I'm still mad about), I made the Dean's List. I still have the congratulatory letter in a special box and will brag about that semester's accomplishments until the cows come home.
And that's exactly how I'm approaching this ridiculous 100-level online class. I'm do-or-die. I don't want to just turn in my homework; I want turn in the best work I'm capable of producing ... which, consequently, is a huge time suck.
This week I had to create a study guide with information on like, 25 different pathogens (and I didn't even really know what pathogens were until this week), take a quiz, and participate in an online discussion with my classmates. Well, I can't do anything the easy way and didn't even bother to fight against my natural inclination to design, so it took me 3 hours to create 25 color-coded, neatly outlined charts with various fonts for my pathogens. Then I spent another hour with the quiz (I got an A!) and responding to my classmates' comments on bacteria.
I worked quietly with laser-focus in the corner of our living room, all the while trying to ignore the nagging voice in my head that was whining, "I just want to crawl in bed and reeeeead my new bookkkkkkkk."
I woefully skipped out on my volleyball game so I could get everything done and finally closed my textbook at 10:15 p.m., realizing that I hadn't moved from the recliner since six o'clock. I only paused for a quick dinner of Clay's chocolate chip pancakes and to have a brief chat on the phone with my mom. (Breakfast for dinner? Never a bad decision!).
Afterwards, I somehow mustered up the energy to go upstairs, lace up my sneakers, and crank out 4-miles of hill sprints on the treadmill without falling asleep. Then I showered, slipped into my jammies, and spent several minutes playing with Joey on the floor with Clayton before getting neatly tucked into bed at 11:30 p.m., giving myself exactly a half hour to indulge in my new book before hitting the lights.
Before I fell asleep, I had a ridiculously overinflated sense of self-satisfaction. I felt like Super Woman. I did absolutely everything I needed to get done that day, and I still had time to spend with my boys and read for pleasure.
Believe me when I say, I have a massive appreciation for anyone who works full-time, has a family and goes to school. While studying, I kept thinking about one of Clayton's cousins who is currently studying for the BAR exam. She has a son, a hubby and a job, yet she finds time to prepare for probably one of the hardest tests on the planet. Kudos to her and those other Super Men and Women out there. They do so much more than me and yet here I am, patting myself on the back for studying, working out, and eating pancakes all in the same evening.
Before I sign off for the weekend, I just have to share this uncomfortably awkward picture with you:
|Check out my sweet doggie pajamas.|
Well, Joey gets oddly protective of me when he thinks I'm being threatened and for some reason he found Clayton helping me with my workout completely unexceptionable. Joey sat in the crook of my armpit and began howling at Clayton every single time he grabbed my legs. 15 barks for every 15 leg lifts.
This went on for a solid 5 minutes.
Clay and I were laughing so hard we were both almost in tears and since my phone was sitting right next to me, I couldn't resist snapping a picture of how ridiculous the three of us looked.
I can have it all!