Today I attended my first class of the semester. Being back on campus felt as foreign as it had the first class of the first semester. It felt like I had been away for many more weeks than we were. For whatever reason I am the least prepared to begin this semester. I couldn’t tell you what classes I am registered for, only that it is too many. I haven’t purchased any books, have only read pages sent via email by one professor, and then only 40 of the 92 pages. I haven’t bought notebooks, only a couple highlighters.

So I sat in this three hour class, probably the least stressful of my four classes, watching the clock and half listening to the professor. Occassionally my attention was rivited on the list of assignments she passed out. Darn! There are several short papers, one longer one, two presentations, maybe three. Articles to read too numerous to count. What is this? I will have to work? My brain can’t seem to get itself around that concept.

I feel disappointed, both in the amount of work and my reaction to it. This is just one of four classes, an internship and of course the librarian job. I don’t seem to have the energy to get this semester off the ground. Maybe Christmas was too much of an emotional hit for me. Maybe I just got lazy going to work a few hours a week and not having homework to distract me at night.

But I remind myself this is the LAST semester. These are the last classes. I LIKE being in school. Really I do. I just need to get my focus back. Soon apparently, as the first paper of my first class is due in two weeks. Two weeks from right now. The clock is ticking.