I don't remember feeling this over my head the first time I was a full-time college student! I'm thankful that my ever watchful lifeguard, Andy was on duty yesterday as I was close to tears trying to keep my head above the water.
I don't think I ever embraced studying then. I was always working and trying to stay afloat financially. Maybe I have just wiped it out of my memory but I don't actually remember doing homework. By the time I was a junior, I adeptly managed for my assignments do double duty. Either I tutored someone on the literature that we were reading or I wrote articles that I got paid for AND could turn in as writing assignments. I don't remember studying for anything. Either I got it or I didn't and more often than not, I got it.
I have five classes I am taking. Yes, I realize that is a lot of classes! Yesterday as I was making sure I had everything done for my classes today, I fully realized that five classes -- 15 credit hours -- was a lot. My almost-ready-for-AARP brain doesn't absorb so much. I am more like oil cloth then I am cotton.
Time management is critical for me at this junction. I can no longer meander through the days, especially when I start to work (which I expect to start something in September), and do the home work and reading and thinking when I feel the motivation. Motivation will now have to live on a time table, most likely between 6pm and 11pm.
Maybe by week four, I'll have mastered the art of swimming, on a time-table, and someone will give me a cotton towel.
I don't think I ever embraced studying then. I was always working and trying to stay afloat financially. Maybe I have just wiped it out of my memory but I don't actually remember doing homework. By the time I was a junior, I adeptly managed for my assignments do double duty. Either I tutored someone on the literature that we were reading or I wrote articles that I got paid for AND could turn in as writing assignments. I don't remember studying for anything. Either I got it or I didn't and more often than not, I got it.
I have five classes I am taking. Yes, I realize that is a lot of classes! Yesterday as I was making sure I had everything done for my classes today, I fully realized that five classes -- 15 credit hours -- was a lot. My almost-ready-for-AARP brain doesn't absorb so much. I am more like oil cloth then I am cotton.
Time management is critical for me at this junction. I can no longer meander through the days, especially when I start to work (which I expect to start something in September), and do the home work and reading and thinking when I feel the motivation. Motivation will now have to live on a time table, most likely between 6pm and 11pm.
Maybe by week four, I'll have mastered the art of swimming, on a time-table, and someone will give me a cotton towel.
