I started college this week, yay!
I can’t tell you how its’ going yet, it’s too early, but let me say i don’t recommend trying to take your car to campus unless you’re ready to be two hours early to your classes.
I’m taking twelve units and I have to be on campus for a good 8 hours, twice a week.
Which is 32 (more or less) hours a month, times four and a half months… some of you know already but I have to think about it… 254 hours I think. Well maybe it’s less than some more ambitious students, but it seems like a good amount to me.
If I complete all those hours that’s a sizable investment of my time.
So far I’m loving it. It’s exhausting but my classes are all in my element. Speech, English, and of course ASL.
I feel sorry for people who can’t afford to go to college, but I recommend community college unless you absolutely have to go to a university for your field of study.
It’s a fourth of the cost if you’re smart.
I didn’t plan on becoming a collegiate. I thought I could get by without it.
And I don’t think you have to go to college, but I realized what I wanted to pursue required it, so the joke is on me.
But I wouldn’t even be doing it if it weren’t for God, and I really mean that.
I’m not being glib here, if I didn’t have my faith to fall back on I don’t think I would have worked up the nerve to go.
I’ve been having stress headaches since November. Right when I started working actually, technically since October.
The doctors diagnosed it a tension from anxiety, but all they could tell me was to take medication for it. And to try to manage my stress.
I think the medical business has to be the most depressing stuff in the world, I never feel anything but discouraged when I visit the doctor. Unless they have that reassuring air about them, not all of them do. I think doctors, as much good as they do, often just don’t know how to make you feel hopeful. Not these young ones anyway, they seem so serious.
But I am not an authority on doctors, thank goodness.
Frankly, I didn’t want to accept that I would just have to live with this problem. So I started trying to find a solution. For awhile all that happened was I ruled out stuff.
Even now I’m not sure of all the factors. But I do know that the problem was and is mostly in my head. And it had its spiritual side.
Some of my church acquaintances and I agreed that though are lives haven’t been ideal and we’re all messed up, we’d be a heck of a lot more messed up if we didn’t have Jesus.
It’s hard to explain unless you know him, it’s not that Jesus takes away all one’s problems or that problems aren’t exceedingly painful.
In fact, in some ways Christians suffer more than other folks, because we have to reconcile our pain with the life we’re supposed to lead and the hope we’re supposed to have.
It sounds like denial, but there’s a fine line between hope and denial. A line that is quite distinct for being thin.
You can hope for something without denying your problem.
How can we dare to do anything unless we hope for a favorable outcome?
So here I go, good luck on your ventures–Natasha.
This is my 300th post! That’s mind boggling.