I’ve been doing pretty good with stress lately. Turning my assignments in on time, balancing work with play, and taking time to relax. But for some reason, this week crept up on me and now I feel like I’ve been treading water for days and suddenly I’m beginning to drown because of exhaustion.
I just got a job as a swim instructor for kids, so I’ve been both literally and figuratively treading water for days. It’s very tiring, having to talk loudly for 5 and a half hours straight. Luckily the pool water is 94 degrees so I’m comfortable. Just very itchy afterwards because of the chlorine. I enjoy working with the kids even though it can be very difficult to make kids swim if they don’t want to. A requirement for this job is that I have to do lifeguard training tonight (Friday) from 6pm-9pm, then tomorrow and Sunday from 8am-5pm. Yeah. It’s going to be very long.
It wouldn’t be that big of a deal if I didn’t have a suddenly overwhelming amount of schoolwork to do. I’m in high school at a middle college type of school, so that gives me the opportunity to enroll in the local community college as well. Confused? Yeah, same and it’s my life.
Basically, I’m taking high school classes (Math primarily) and then college classes as well (English, Correlation of the arts, Library 10) and then on TOP of that, I’m enrolled at another college that is a university primarily for The Arts. There I am taking Screenwriting Basics and Character Design which is a drawing class. And guess when those begin?
Tomorrow!!! Yay. More assignments that I get to add on top of this lifeguard training, along with an English essay due tomorrow night and a COTA essay due Sunday night.
I honestly have no idea why I’m stressed.
Sarcasm. Major sarcasm.
I’m panicked. But it’ll be fine. Just have to get through this weekend…then prepare myself for the next overwhelming amount of work. That seems to be the way that life works for the most part. You take part in stressful events, overcome that stress, and then prepare again for when the next one comes up. I sometimes miss being little and having the only care in the world be whether or not my Webkinz had enough health to continue living.
Ahhhh, the good ‘ol days.