Knocked Out and Loving it

School is kicking my ass.

I thought I would lead with that.
It has been knocking me out physically and mentally; and I've been loving every second of it.
I don't know what I expected, but a few moments of spare time seemed likely. (They're not)

It is so great going back with renewed drive for the coursework. I started shortly out of high school, choosing journalism because it was the closest writing-related full-time course I could find. I stopped going for several reasons I'm not going into detail about. Except that back then I hated it. Well, I hated the reporting aspect of it.
That's starting to change.
I now look forward to getting these interviews done and writing the concise, informative pieces I've been producing. It's rewarding.

It's helping me in more ways than one. Most importantly it's paving the way to a career I'll be happy with. Not only happy with, excited about. It's finally something I'm confident I'm great at.

That's the other way it's helping me. I'm doubting my work less. It could be the encouragement from teachers or my personal pride in the pieces I've written; it's something I'm skilled at. That pride is good for me, and anyone, really.

I didn't expect the physical exhaustion. It could be something to do with trying to go to school full-time while juggling the she-monsters and working part time. Though I haven't been doing much working lately.
The flu from hell has taken its toll on us. I'm finally starting to feel better, and so is the rest of this house. Thank god.

I'm nearing the half-way mark to the end of classes and beginning of the 140 hour field placement. By May I'll be finished and finally able to cross the first item off my 30 before 30 list. Honestly it's probably one of the most challenging items on the list; one I'll be happiest to complete.

Going back to school after six years, with two kids, was terrifying. Though not likely as frightening as my oldest starting kindergarten September.