I'd rather be me, thanks.

Another Tuesday huh? This one happens to be on its way out the door and I am okay with that. Tuesdays typically test my patience, mainly because they never seem to go by fast enough. But today tested a little more than that. Today my patience was at stake, and alongside my patience sat my time management skills. Both of which came through perfectly for me and I am proud of them for doing so. While we are on the subject of being tested, let's start at 5:00 AM, where my morning happened to begin. My first midterm of the semester was scheduled for 8:00. Over the past few days I had crammed more information about Global Marketing into my brain than I even thought could fit. I was prepared, to say the least. However, I got up early anyway to refresh myself. Fast forward to about 8:15 when my professor "swears he told us the exam was Thursday...must have been mistaken...let's take a vote...who would like to take it today?". Of course my hand went up, along with one other classmate who was also prepared. Needless to say we were outnumbered by the unprepared students and they, yet again, received more slack than they deserve. Don't worry, I had a nice word with my understanding professor after class. He assured me that my efforts have not gone unnoticed (after I brought up another similar situation where I felt as though my energy was useless in the class as others were given more time for projects, etc.). He also reiterated what I always try telling myself; don't worry about the people around you. Would you rather be them, and always be unprepared, always "just getting by". Or would you rather be you, and know you're working hard to exceed expectations, and know you'll get further than them? I'd rather be me, thanks. 

Moving along with a little more ease, I quickly found out that registration for Winter 2011 began yesterday. Forget the fact that we always register on the 7th week, and we are currently in our 5th week of the semester. Funny how things just change without warning. Regardless, I had a pretty good idea of what I need to take. Oh, who am I kidding...I know exactly what 18 classes I need, what teachers to avoid, and how each semester will pan out. Once I saw that light at the end of the tunnel (otherwise known as graduating), I find it hard not to count and recount and triple check my degree audit. As it stands, I will receive my bachelor's degree in March 2012. That's assuming everything goes as planned. And knowing myself, it will go as planned. I hope. I won't bore you with details, but miscommunication kept me at school until nearly 12:00. Time for Pilates. And after my somewhat hectic (but not intolerable) morning, I was ready for it. This allowed me a chance to focus on myself for an hour, and breathe. 

Time to re-prepare myself for the second half of the day. Feeling a little sluggish, I noticed the time between turning the shower on (for the second time today) and walking out the door was a little longer than usual. Anyway, I had just enough time to stop at Subway, which happens to be right next to my school, how convenient. Six inch veggie sub on 9-grain wheat please, no cheese, everything except onions (I love onions, but don't love the wretched aftertaste), and a tiny bit of honey mustard. Another chance to breathe, and finally get something in my belly. The next 3-ish hours were consumed by my art class, followed by just enough time to run home quick (I live 3 blocks from school...and love it). I whipped together a little salad and enjoyed some low-cal organic popcorn as my "dinner" if you can call it that...then it was back to school for 6:00 to give a speech (and listen to 20 others). Mine went okay...but as you may have guessed, "okay" is not good enough for me. I naturally went 2nd, as I usually do, so the rest of the 3-hour class was spent worrying about this less-than-average speech I had given. I shouldn't have wasted my time...turns outs my speech was "okay" enough to receive an A. Which tells me that A)My professor was high while writing my review, or B)I need to give myself more credit. Since he seems like a good family man, I'll go with option B.

My day has brought me here, to my little couch next to an open window where the cool breeze hits my face. I feel accomplished and proud. Not only did I get through another semi-challenging Tuesday, but I got through it with a smile on my face. And at the end of the day, that's all that matters.