My reaction to pressure is not a good one, but it is very productive. My mother and aunt Connie have told me that I handle things wrong... er, not like they do. They do things way in advance, so they have time to do it three times if they need to. Not me. I am completely paralyzed by a heavy workload. I can't think about it, I can't look at it. Then, at the 11th hour (that's the saying, right?), I go into hyperdrive and do it all at once. Today, I went to class at 9:30, made it home by 1, and then read my textbook until 6, leaving my couch only for snack breaks.
So today, I have read two chapters of my Lifespan book, made a 93 on my quiz, and participated in 8 discussions. And now I'm done for the night. Ta da!
Tomorrow, I think I'll sleep late. Then I'll start chapter 3, read a case study, and head to Hartselle for Hailey's nuptials. Yes, I love a good plan.
Editor's Note: My mother said that my last post may have caused some confusion. Obviously I bear no ill will toward children with disabilities, I just feel ill-equipped to work with them. So if you thought otherwise, don't.
Sorry for the useless babbling. I'm just so pleased to finally have my head above water.
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