My sister-in-law, Sarah1, sent me a text message today. She told me that she missed me and asked me when we could hang out again.
I said, “Spring break.”
She said, “That’s what I figured.”
Folks, the shit has hitteth the fan. I am officially in survival/nose-to-the-grindstone mode. Usually, I can figure out a way to make all of this work–figure out a way to fit everything in. Usually, my study buddy Jennifer and I can be found in the corner of some room in the library creating an attack plan and orchestrating a master schedule that will provide for optimal results. Jennifer and I have always aimed for A’s.
This semester, we’re adjusted our trajectory. We are now aiming for survival. We’re going to make it, but it’s gonna be a close one.