Burnin' up for you, baby.

Ah, today is nearly over. Sort of, it seems so much later than it actually is, but since my day started at 6:30 a.m. this morning, it's okay.

What, might you ask, brought me from my warm and toasty bed so very early this morning? That would be Class Registration which happened to open at 7:00 a.m. so I really had no choice but to drag my bleary self to my computer to deal with 12 server crashes (Yes, 12!) and complete chaos when the sun was just barely starting to rise. Hah, I used to be a morning person. Anyway, the moral of this story is that my early bird-ness worked because I got into all the classes I wanted. The relief was so intense I couldn't go back to sleep and found out how good the breakfast is at the Cafe at 8:30 in the morning. A first for me.

But what all this means to me was also a shock that I wasn't expecting. I think I'm burned out. I mean, I've heard of college freshmen having to deal with a lot of things but, except for the heavier workload, I thought I was doing okay for myself. But as the Thanksgiving holiday quickly approaches, I realize I am far too excited for the rest and relaxation that comes with it. Signing up for these classes made me realize how very finished I am with this semester. It isn't even that I'm that fed up with my classes (which I admit I am a little bit), I really just want a change, something to break this constant go, go, go. Even on the weekends, it's all about stuffing in the same amount of time with people as I used to have so rest is a rare commodity. As the semester comes to a close, I'm almost afraid of the ecstatic feeling I'm starting to get when a professor mentions a final.

So as this extreme change of routine comes around, I feel more accepting that I have in the past then my world turning upside down. I'm ready to not be a freshmen anymore and so unbelievably thankful that I'm almost half way to that point where I'm not. And oddly enough, my focus intensifies as I've recently found out that helps with dealing with the weeks ahead. I just can't wait to spring into second semester (pun intended).

P.S. I hope you're hanging on, just like I am.