the one with all the driving.

In the past week, I've driven several hundred miles. I came home Wednesday to sub on Thursday, drove to Birmingham after school to ride with a friend to Thursday night class, drove back home after class, drove to Arab Friday to do the last part of my interview with my friend from Mexico, drove to Grant Saturday for a Halloween party, rode to Wallace yesterday for 'Little Shop of Horrors' with Erica, and tomorrow I'll drive back to school.

In between all the driving, I painted Halloween t-shirts, ran a 5k, went to Wal-Mart 3 times, ate at Ichiban, Rock House, and Gunter's Landing, went to Trunk or Treat at the church, and finally read another chapter in Gone with the Wind.

What's missing? School work. I did a little work on Thursday while I subbed, but since then my effort has diminished. I just emailed one of my professors, so I'm going to count that as effort since it's a holiday weekend. Sometime today I'm going to start my last multicultural assignment: 7-9 pages-- excluding the cover page, references, and appendices-- describing my interview with my Mexican friend; 4-must-read seminal articles; 4 potential web-based sources, 4 empirically-validated assessment tools (where does one find such things? I wish I knew); and a PowerPoint describing and compressing the previously mentioned requirements.

You'd think with this amount of work in just one class looming over my head, I would be in a rush to get started. Oddly enough, my reaction to this kind of pressure is the opposite. My reaction to an overwhelming workload is, instead, paralysis. I can't get started; I can't even look at it or open a blank Word document. Rather, I'll watch re-runs of 8 Simple Rules to Date My Daughter and write a blog. I will even go to the gym in lieu of facing this assignment.

I might even drive somewhere.