I’m still alive

Hi friends!

So... school craziness hit me a little earlier this year than last.  Last year, I wasn't burned out until about week five of Spring quarter.  This year, it hit me about week three of Fall quarter.  Oops.  It's probably an extremely fortunate thing that I graduate in March and not June.  I'm enjoying my teachers and my classes for the most part and I know I can do the work -- I'm just ready to be done. 

Last year, when the hubs and I had the same schedule and even had a couple of classes together, I saw being in school as this idyllic kind of time, reminiscent of when we were buddies at school ten years ago.  Now that we're on very different schedules and I'm riding the bus and our apartment is thrashed and we're back to zero social life, I'm looking forward to finishing this hectic season and calming things down a bit. 

I know, deep down, that our lives aren't going to get less complicated by any means -- life just doesn't tend to work that way, and things always seem to be moving faster and faster.  But when we're not trying to balance school on top of marriage and work, it might be a simpler kind of complicated (at least, this is what I tell myself.  Leave me to my illusions, at least til school is done). 

Then we'll toss kids in the mix at some point and seriously give ourselves an aneurysm.

(Yes, that sentence just came out of my mouth, er, fingers, and it sounded weird to me, too.  Dear God!  We should not be allowed to be official grownups.  People who joke about naming their firstborn "Bloodface" are clearly not qualified for parent-dom).

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In other news, is anyone else ready for the elections to be over? 

There's a tension in people -- I sense it at school, in our patients at work, all over the place.  It's been tough not to let it be a huge emotion-and-energy suck.  I'm not good at insulation.  I struggle not to get defensive when I get all sorts of email forwards talking about how "we" Christians need to vote our values come November 4 -- and it's clear in the emails who "we" need to vote for.  And those are the nice ones.  Don't get me started on the ones talking about the dangers of Obama the socialist and Obama the Terrorist Pal.  Sigh.

I find myself identifying less and less with "we" all the time.  It's probably a good thing.