Some Days You're a Scarlett

... and today's one of those days. Today, everything that has crossed my path has stressed me out, and I can't count how many times I've thought to myself, "I won't think about that today; I'll think about it tomorrow."

Melanie Hamilton Wilkes is an inspiration... because she's selfless and kind and genuine. But today, I was Katie Scarlett O'Hara. Today, my mind was wrapped around one thing and one thing only: me. And if I wasn't master of ceremonies, there was a problem. It was just one of those days where I felt out of control of everything, and, if you know me, that's a crisis.

Even at the gym I felt like Scarlett. She's so fiery and vengeful, and I felt like I was running as if someone was chasing me. I couldn't slow down, and I didn't even realize how hard I was running until I realized I had run a mile in under 10 minutes (now, I know, to some like my cousin Austin, that's sluggish... but I'm not the kind of girl that gets in a hurry). And while E and I did yoga with Rosemary and the Geriatric Gang, my body was practically vibrating with tension. Usually I love the cool down, where I almost always fall asleep, but today I could hardly sit still and Rosemary's "InHAY-ul" and "exHAY-ul" was especially irritating.

Maybe it's just finals. In one class-- Intro to Research, which if possible is even more painful than it sounds-- we've had ONE assignment the entire semester, worth a mere 5 points. This week, finals week, in that ONE class, I have had an 8-page research article analysis, a 2-page article critique essay, a 6-page final, and a research proposal that must encompass 4 article reviews and suggestions for methods and participants for further research. Did I lose you? Welcome to the club.

Last night I had my first grad school final ever, but only after taping my last counseling session THREE times. The first twenty minute session was great, but-- OOPS!-- the cameras malfunctioned. Take 2. Oops again. Take 3 finally took, but I got a phone call at 9:30 Monday night saying that they couldn't move the tape from the camera to the computer. Finally, at 9 last night, they got the tape fixed and onto a DVR for me... except the transcription of the tape was due yesterday at 5:45 pm. Luckily, my professor is giving me an extension since I couldn't control the circumstances... BUT, it's just one more thing to do this week.

And in my last class, I have a quiz, a final, and a final project (which I must enlist a high school student to help me with, as it calls for me to assess a student) due this week.

No big deal. [sarcasm]

Maybe one day I'll be Mellie Wilkes... but not today. And tomorrow's not looking good either. Besides, I need a Rhett in my life. Ashley looks good on paper, but as E and my mom have told me lately in regard to other men, I would walk all over Ashley Wilkes. So yes, Rhett Butler, come and get me. I will gladly accept your lavish gifts and ridiculous mansion; sure, we'll butt heads from time to time. You're a man's man, and I've got a little Irish in me. But we'll make it work because we're the same, you and I.

Can you tell we watched Gone with the Wind this weekend? Perhaps I should devote this nervous energy to school work... Quittin' time!