Stress-Free Tuesday

Its getting harder and harder to wake up for my 8 a.m. classes and work. This morning I rolled out of bed at 7:30. Fortunately for me, my place of work is only a five minute walk from my dorm and my classes are about the same (though my classes are uphill, and who wants to do that when they first wake up in the morning?). Anyways, yesterday I was scared that my days of going to bed early and getting everything done were over. I realized, after another crazy weekend, that I had not finished any of the homework that was due yesterday and that I had SO much of it. I almost became overwhelmed. On top of that, Mondays are the worst for my homework needs. I have class from eight in the morning until nine at night with just three short breaks (on which I usually try to nourish myself so I can keep on going!).

Its funny though, how when we are in certain situations, we can't see the big picture. There I was, at noon, looking at my schedule, thinking it was never going to get done, that I would have to e-mail all my professors, tell them the work would be late, and then I was going to have to stay up all night doing homework. But it didn't happen that way at all. I got my geometry homework done on Sunday night, I finished my English homework on my lunch break, and well, my reading for History is going to be a little late, but of all the classes to have late work, that's the best one because that professor is the most lenient for sure.

The worst part about Mondays though (usually) is my art class, which is sad. I love art, but this class makes me want to slam my head up against a brick wall over and over and over again. I only have this class on Mondays from 4:30-9:00 pm. It's the worst four and a half hours of my week. I'm not really one to "slam" a professor. When I tutor students and they start griping about profs, I change the subject. Its their job, I'm in their class, don't whine, don't complain... blah blah blah. But this class is the definition of ridiculous. For four and a half hours I glue teensy-weensy pieces of cut-up paper from magazines onto a 8 1/2 x 11 poster from the movie "Its a Wonderful Life." I love that movie, but if I wanted a poster, I would buy one. All the while, we are listening to the most horrendous music ever written. Whoever this guy is that is singing has more hatred in his heart and more vulgar language than anyone I have ever heard of in my life... except maybe my professor because she listens to it. By the time I left the first two classes I felt as though I had been beat up by cuss words. 

But I got smart. I have been praying that the CD player will break, but in the meantime I decided to bring my own music. So I listened to Jesus Culture and Misty Edwards for nearly the whole class, and you know what? It was pretty enjoyable. As it turns out, gluing all those little pieces of paper can be kind of therapeutic. And when I left the class, I didn't feel like I had been beat up; I actually felt good. 

Now it's Tuesday and I have decided to dub Tuesday "Stress-Free Day." Partially because Tuesdays are the days that Joseph comes to see me, but also because I work from 8-12:30, and work doesn't stress me out at all, and then I only have one class. And though that class can be stressful, I'm not going to let it! I usually don't have homework on Tuesdays either. So its a good day. I might even take a nap or something. That would be incredible.