Each semester last year I only took two classes, so four classes in total. I was fine with it since it wasn't at all overwhelming and I didn't feel like I was going to explode from stress like most college students do. However, my dad was upset and wanted me to take more classes this year. I did as I was told and grabbed three (which really isn't that much more but that's a lot considering how packed our school is) and when I saw the amount of assigned reading, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it. In my first class the professor is amazing, but the way he grades and the way his class is set up is just strange so I thought I could drop it and just sick with the other two. But! Then there is the expectations of my father who got irritated to no end when I told him of this sudden change of events. Now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I either stick with all of my classes and just take a lot of deep breathes, or I drop Anthropology and sigh with relief while my dad shakes his head.
I don't like this.
Other than this dilemma, life is going day-to-day. The only thing I can do is pray and hope for the best in everything. May God give me, and everyone else, large amounts of strength to make it through this life as best as we can. Time to try and relax for a while before heading off to church tonight. Have a wondering evening!