Wow! A whole month later...

This past month has been crazy. I'm barely staying afloat with school and work. And forget about management of any life outside work and school. Groceries? Who needs 'em? Laundry? 'Eh. I'll get around to that when it gets serious. And the dishes? Well, if there is no food in the house, then there is no need to worry about dishes. Okay, so it's not really *that* bad, but it's close. Any free time I can grant myself, I run for the hills to wherever there is no-responsibility.

Statistics. This class is without a doubt, the dullest, most brain-numbing subject I've ever studied. For me to remotely comprehend whatever it is I'm supposed to comprehend, I have to force myself to read the chapters over and over and over. It's been excruciating. And it doesn't help that I've been working full time without lunch breaks for the past two weeks. Where do I even find time to do my homework? Study? Somewhere during the 45 minute bus ride to work and from work to school. I don't even know how I do it. But last week I actually scored a 98% on my first Statistics exam. My luck has got to run out eventually. There is no way I can bag an A in that class when I don't even know what it is I've tested on.

Spanish is, as was last term, a fairly fun and easy class. But this new instructor speaks only in Spanish and she talks so fast! I'm feeling a lot more pressure in Spanish than I did last term. I am not exposed to the Spanish language outside of classes, so it's been pretty hard to absorb. And I try to participate in class, but we are allowed to ONLY speak in Spanish. That is horrifying to me. I think I know what I want to say and how to say it, but then I get stage fright. I've sent the class into fits of laughter more than once. I am that kid who *always* has the wrong answer and everyone probably feels bad for. I am more afraid of making a mistake than anything. This is the class where my being a perfectionist isn't an advantage, I realize this now. The only way to learn the language is to speak it, even if it is flawed. It's all about communicating. But I am so caught up in doing it *right* every time. How can I possibly do it right every time? It's just not possible. That really frustrates me. (Wow - How's that for an exposing glimpse into my psyche?)

Nevertheless, I'm managing as best I can in school with all that is going on in my life.

I've just received an email from my realtor. Apparently, my house-hunting was not all just a dream! The new drainage system will be installed around the house tomorrow and a contractor will fix some dry rot around the carport. All these repairs will be done by Friday. I'm so glad that this is being done before we buy the house, so we don't have to do it ourselves. We may have the keys in our hot little hands by this Friday. We might be able to start moving this weekend, if all goes like clockwork. But we have already paid rent in our apartment through the end of February, so we'll stay here until then. So as soon as the house is ours, we'll use the time in February to paint and update things throughout without all of our stuff in the way.

What have I gotten myself into? As if I do not have enough on my plate this month, we go and buy a house. Ha! I'm excited, anyway. That's enough to keep me going.

If there is a will, there is a way. That's always been my favorite saying. I don't even know who first said it. Whoever it was, they knew just what they were talking about.