I **NEED** 32 hour days....

At least for the next 3 months. Seriously, I really can't believe how much work I have this semester. Sure, I've lamented that there are only 24 hours in a day before, but I was just being dramatic. Now I really do feel like I need just a few more hours to fit everything in. Last week was so bad, I actually had to think about how fast I could pee so I could figure out whether or not it would fit into my schedule. That's how packed my entire week was and I hated it. I can't live like that (and I'm sure the fiance can't live like that either--I was not a fun person to be around).

This week should be a little better at work. I'm looking at my calendar and jumping for joy that I don't have any early morning or evening meetings and then next week, thanks to some lucky coincidences, I actually don't have class next week. I still have a crap load of work to do, but at least I get a break from the actual classes. Yay.

So, I've started sessions with my client. Part of my grad school requirement is to facilitate 8 counseling sessions with a real client with actual problems. I find this more than a little unnerving. In a lot of ways I still feel like I'm at the beginning of my program and the realization that I am far enough into it that my advisor not only trusts me with an actual living and breathing client, but told me she thinks I'll end up being a good counselor is just funny to me. Especially after transcribing the first session (not fun, by the way) where I said "Mm-hmm" about a zillion times; I just wonder how long it'll take my client before they figure out I'm just a big fraud. Now, in my head I know that I'm just nervous and I already know the other 5 people in my class who also have clients are thinking the exact same thing, but that didn't stop me from having a major breakdown 2 weeks ago. I've never felt so utterly unprepared in my life and it just about shattered every ounce of self-confidence I have (hats off to the finace for not only dropping everything when I came home crying, but for playing with my hair and telling me he thinks I'm very competent while I sniffled and felt sorry for myself). Now that I have one session under my belt I'm feeling a little bit better, but it's still weird to me that I'm at this point in my education/career. I remember thinking about being a counselor in high school and it seemed like getting to that point was still a million years away and now here it is. Ack.

This past weekend the fiance and I made a trip down to Williamsburg to visit a few of his friends and his brother/sister-in-law. I felt like a little bit of a dork because I kept pulling out my laptop to get some work done when I should have been visiting, but oh well. Want to know a great way to blow off the stress of a busy week? Howl-o-Scream at Busch Gardens. I hadn't been on a roller coaster in years. I forgot how much I love them. Unfortunately, today it's back to the grind. Ugh.