All these changes....

I don't quite see myself where I imagined myself when I was a kid. Some of it is true. People call me "Mike", I always thought of myself as a Mike. I like short and to the point names. I kinda figured myself as a tough, work with my hands type as an adult. Since I am a middle school ISS coordinator, I guess that's out. I wound up with a screwed up neck that seems to bother everyone but me. I guess I'll have to get it fixed one day since I don't like standing out for the wrong reasons. I guess the rock star thing is out too, especially seeing as how I can't sing or play an instrument.

I guess I'll have to settle for geeky science guy who has an inflated self-image.

Back to the grind....

Unfortunately, it's me being ground up. I returned to classes last night and saw the devastation first hand. I was, once again one of the "survivors". Many have already given up in all my classes, and I am passing. I'm pretty sure I'm not "upper crust" material, but I'm not a bottom feeder either.

I've decided to hit the ground running. I will not let a day pass without a minimum of 1 hour of study time. I passed on a boomerang curve in fast track A&P 1, I'll not need it in A&P 2. The class I should be enjoying, I'm squeaking by in due to the demands of A&P. This isn't boot camp. This isn't a marathon. It's a death march for my sanity and I'm fading fast. I'll have to go to graduation in a straightjacket...but I'll be there.