lifted from my being today when I dropped Virginia Woolf.

wow. Now I’m only sort of worried about classes rather than really worried, and I’m pretty certain that I’ll be able to pull through this semester with no problems.

I think that right before spring break I was extremely close to burnout. There was even talk about pulling out of my PhD program if they didn’t have more classes on mythology and less on Psychology. I got through that meeting relatively well, and this sessions classes were stupendous.

And when I got back on Thursday and spent Friday thinking about the Woolf paper and class I came to the conclusion that I was not able to handle that class anymore.

If I had attempted to do more of that paper, I would have fully acheived burnout and would not have been able to do anything for any of my other classes.

Instead, I dropped it and am looking forward to next year’s brit seminar on medieval fiction. And am concentrating almost flawlessly on my other classes.

*whew* I feel really good.

Weebl And Bob have to answer that question…

“THere’s 10 of them in those boxes!”

“No there aren’t! This is where we keep the ark of the covenant!”

aaahhhh…nothing starts a week out right like a new weebl and bob.