Time flies when you're having fun

I know I complain a lot about how stressed I am, how many exams I have to study for, and how I just never get a chance to relax. Let's face it, I'm a whiney little baby sometimes. I blame it on my gender, and I will until the day I die. To be honest though, I feel like I need to be stressed out. As in, if I don't have things to be stressed about, I just get kinda bored and I don' t know what to do with myself.

For example, the past two weeks I've been just overloaded with exams and other crap, and I complained every day to anyone who would listen about how tired I was and how much I wished I didn't have to study. Now my exams are over, I'm hours away from Spring Break, and I have NO idea what I would do if I had this much spare time all the time. Just, no clue at all.

I feel like this year has completely flown by. I can't even believe that I have less than two months left of my first year of grad school, and I'm already 25% of the way to that light at the end of the tunnel which is my graduation date. Last night I tried to figure out how it was that being here in this place, away from Mike and my friends downstate and with a ton of unhappy crap to do, made the days go by so quickly. When I started out, I anticipated they would just crawl.

I mean look at me, I'm still talking about "when I first came to school," like it just happened yesterday. I'm a friggin' veteran now, don't you think?

I realized that being so overwhelmed is what made the past six and a half months go by in the blink of an eye. The beginning was scary and sad, like beginnings usually are, but eventually things just... became ok. It was ok to only see Mike on weekends, instead of everyday. It was ok to have no spare time, and spend the entire evening studying. It was my new life, and it grew on me. Like mold, but hey, if it works it works.

So now I'm going on my fourth annual Spring Break, and then I'll barrel my way towards the end of the year. Some friends of mine whom are either graduating soon or have already kind of chuckle at me when I say I'm happy to have only a little over three years left to go. To them, that seems like a long time. For me, three years seems around the corner, because for some reason it's so much less than four.

:)