Self-Ordered Time Out

So Esther's Wasn't Quite Like This

It seems that with the beginning of each new semester my brain begins to boil and I slowly start slipping away from reality.  Just like that girl from The Bell Jar, only without the mental hospitals and sexual insecurity.


As the weeks press on I become more and more stressed.  And the more stressed I become, I become that much more cranky, pessimistic, cynical, and snarky.  (These may however, just be the side-effects of majoring in Political Science.)  


I find that in order to maintain some degree of sanity and to keep myself from snapping and running down unsuspecting Freshmen in my SUV, is to allot myself some personal time.  Yup that's right.  Time management is the only way to keep from going completely bonkers.  


So like clockwork, each semester I put myself in a self-prescribed time out.  And it's no fun.  I mean, it wasn't fun when I was a kid, why should it be fun now?  It may not be fun, but it is necessary.  I dedicate my time to my studies.  Which again, is no fun.  


As much as I would like to be your friend and "do stuff," I apologize but I just can't.  I'm stuck in time out until April and can't get permission to get out of it early.