Well, this semester is closer to being over than beginning... which I am grateful for.
If I had known how unorganized BYU-I's Child Labs would be, I would have found a way around it... or changed my major or something. Blekh. It's a two credit class with at least eight credits worth of work behind it, which, in addition to all my other classes, is way too much for me.
The worst part is that my teacher hates me. As does my supervisor. They give me bad grades for things they just made up. Seriously.
Honestly, this class should be about the children and how we can make this the best experience possible for them. But instead it's about how long the lesson plan looks (because the longer it is, the better a teacher you are, obviously...) and capitalizing words that actually shouldn't be capitalized.
Nothing has ever been this stressful for me before--dating (or the lack thereof), high school, college, being engaged to someone my family opposed, even the first year of my marriage (which was pretty rough because we were not speaking the same language...).
Luckily, I happen to be taking Personal Health and Wellness (my favorite class), which focuses on five areas of wellness (physical, spiritual, emotional, intellectual, and social), and I'm working on coping with the stress in a healthy way (one of the reasons women live longer than men). One thing I do is meditate every morning. It might sound silly, but it's been very helpful.
Anyway, I'm planing on doing my internship over the seven week break, and then I'll just have some classes in the Fall and I should be done! Yay!
Anton and I are trying to buy a house again. We're hopeful it will work this time.
My favorite parts about having our own house: I will no longer have to stress out about smelling other people's food through the walls, listening to them talk through the walls, or worrying about their hearing me through the walls.
When construction is that cheap, we all live together. The walls are fake. Pretend. Nonexistent. I'm a pretty considerate person, I like to think. But I'd rather have a choice in the matter of who I live with...
It hasn't happened yet. But I will not give up! I will continue to be hopeful in believing that someday, hopefully soon, Anton and I will have our very own house!
It may not sound like it, after reading this, but I really am focusing on the positive, here. There are much, much worse things I could be saying (I know because I thought them).
