I'm a Glutton for Punishment....

Today, I registered for 3 classes to take in the spring. That's right, THREE. That's nine credits, three nights a week, from January-May. Actually, one of the classes meets from January-March, so it could be worse, but still. 3 classes? I must be insane.

Along with this is my first class with my graduate school advisor. Let's just say her reputation precedes her. She's known as "The Grammar Nazi" and this strikes fear in my heart because I am fairly weak in grammar. Take my overuse of the comma, for example. If you pay attention to while you read these posts, I'm sure that one is painfully evident, along with other grammatical errors I tend to make on a regular basis. I suppose this is where I will benefit from The Boyfriend's profession. He doesn't know it yet, but my english-teaching love will be proof-reading everything for that class.

I'm also beginning to get worried about finishing grad school spring 2007. To do this, I will have to take the 3 classes this spring, 2 over the summer, and depending on how involved my internship will have to be, I may need to take 3 classes next fall, too. I do well under pressure, but I tend to lose it if that pressure is too great, too prolonged, or both. I will just have to keep reminding myself that the end is actually near, and my reward? A job that might actually give me the summers off. Yay.:)

I have finally come to terms with my procrastination in school. After years of berating myself for always waiting until the last moment to even begin assignments, I've finally accepted that this is probably just the best way for me to function in school. Of course I see the benefits of completing assignments early or at the very least in a timely fashion, and believe me, I start every semester with every intention of doing this, but it never ever happens. Never. I wait until the the week before its due and feverishly finish it, usually with only minutes to spare before I need to hop in the car and head to campus. Do I enjoy the stress this causes? Not really. Do my papers always turn out ok? Better than that; papers I write at the last moment are always 'A' papers. Always (at least in grad school, anyway). I don't why this is. Perhaps my brain just functions better under pressure, or maybe I'm just getting lucky with these papers, but quite frankly, as long as they're 'A's', I don't care. Now, if only I didn't feel like such a hypocrite when I preach to my students about how necessary it is for them to stop procrastinating. Do as I say, not as I do, kids!

Right now, I'm just killing time in between classes. Normally, I would be ecstatic when a class ends and hour early, but not when I have another class to wait around for. Ironically, this is the first time I've actually used the library at my grad school. I am such a poor role model.....