Better By Nightfall

I'm trying to relax in the wake of all the stress that seems to have befallen me within the last 36 hours. Between homework assignments, a mild case of depression, and now a debate tournament underway, I'm just not sure I'm in top condition. Probably do in part to the fact that, in a minor form, my greatest fear for this semester has almost become realized and it's only the end of the third week of classes--the feeling of losing control.

It's not fully realized yet, and that's the saving grace in all of this. I still have time, hopefully. Between everything there is room to breathe, to relax, to take things apart piece by piece and bit by bit and realize, perhaps, that they aren't as bad as I think they are.

My only hope for this weekend is not to rid myself of the stress as it is cyclical in nature, but rather to learn to bend and not break.


Oh, yeah, and to kick Carroll's ass at the final tournament in the northwest this year! I'm ready, I am.