Getting out when you're already so deep

I think that's the hardest thing to do. Whether it's in an awful relationship, or a lie you've told which involved lying even more to cover the original lie, or debt. For me, this statement (referring to my title) is figuring out how to deal with finances when you are already so far in. It's unfortunate that I'm writing two blogs back to back about almost the same thing. Don't worry though, I won't linger on it for too long. No one wants to read this stuff! They come to read something other than the bare reality. I'm just saying that getting out of debt may be the hardest thing i'll ever have to do. For instance, I'm super broke. There is no way out because I can't work as much and I'm not serving as much. It' really taking a toll. I know it takes a while to get out of debt, but I'm crossing my fingers hoping that it will all be over soon. I need it to be for sanity's sake.

But moving forward, life isn't all bad! Promise! On Monday I started SCHOOL again! Woo!! How divine is that??? It really has been pretty refreshing. I'm taking a class on Chaucer where we will be reading Canterbury Tales (in Middle English.. oye!) and stuff about King Arthur and Arthurian Romances. I've never had the professor before but so far he's fun. You can tell, besides the fact he flat out told us, that he loves teaching this course. Should be an interesting semester.

Then I have Perspective on Christian Marriages. I don't think i'll hate it. The woman is a soft spoken, mid 30's Dr. (or professor? One can't be too sure) who used to be a therapist but is now teaching at Bethel. The only thing that's bringing me down is that it's a night class for three hours. Honestly, night classes make everything drag on forever. But that also means I have it once a week. Woo! The homework seems pretty easy and I'm sure I'll do great in the class.

The class that makes me want to quit school and not be a journalism is my Topics in Journalism: Covering the Business World. Holy buckets. One it's a mouthful. Two it's about BUSINESS (which I don't care to learn anything about). Three it's four hours long. And Four, it's the thing blocking me from having my Wednesday night serving shifts! So really it's a Debbie Downer moment. It was boring, thick with nothingness, and even the guest speakers made me leaving with a question mark over my head as I left. It feels like the class was thrown together and they weren't sure what to do with it. I may not survive.

But wait! what? A beacon of hope in the distance? What could it be? What could save me from such an awful Wednesday night class??? Ahh... a breath of fresh air when all seems lost. It is my class called American Giants. But why Amy? Why is this such a good class? Well let me tell you! It's this class taught by Prof. Becknell (pretty fun guy), Dan Taylor (never actually had him before), and my favorite Prof. of all time.... Prof. Horstman. That man is one of the reasons I've toyed with the idea of teaching writing in college. He's good at what he does. He helps students get engaged, and I've never laughed harder than in his classes. He's up in your face always waving his pointer finger at you. Granted he's got the other to beat as far as youngness, so maybe that where this energy comes from, but who knows. He makes things personable. I may never meet his family, but I know a bit about them. I wouldn't mind being a T.A. for him or something. It won't ever happen. The sad part is I'll leave Bethel in a few months and prob. never see him again. That's really the worst part. But what can you do?

Besides all that school and financial talk, life is good. I had a new room mate move in which has been hard at times, but I'm learning to cope. Everyone still wants to live with each other next year which is nice. Now we just have to figure out where. I finally have real health insurance which means I can go to the dentist and the eye doctor and the other doctor..... oh I'm living the high life!

I better be off, but I'll leave you with the first line of the General Prologue in Canterbury Tales, Middle English style:

What that Aprill shoures sote...

Haha I'm missing words.... oh well!

Amy