Thanks to this week’s course load and performance schedule, my new hobby for the week will be avoiding hyperventilation.
There is more due and more to do this week than there are days to do it all in. I’m a broken record—I know—I’ve said this a thousand times and every time I’ve reached the end of the week with both my body and my brain in one piece.
This time, though, I seriously wonder if, by the end of next week, I’m going to be able to do anything but huddle in a corner, babbling incomprehensible sentences as I rock on my heels, eyes darting restlessly from unseen phantom to unseen phantom. If this week does not kill me, it may be my mental undoing.
However, comma, I have lived through frightening weeks before, and God seemed to pull extra time out of a hat, miraculously giving me the time I need to get everything done. If it’s happened before and I came away (mostly) unscathed, it will happen again.
That said, I need to go revise a sestina. And write a paper. And study for a test. And…