Welcome to Real Life

The last story I told you was about the best party weekend of my life. Well... I'm glad I made that weekend happen while I still could. Since then my life has gotten significantly less fun.

Remember about two months ago when I was a missionary? My life was so simple. All I had to do was "Invite others to come unto Christ..." and be a good example to the members in the ward. Not hard, right? Not like I had too many things to keep track of. That was a good life.

Now I am back in reality, where I have real responsibilities. There are three main aspects of my life, School, Work, and my Social Life. Let's go through each of them.

School.
Holy smokes. I would definitely not recommend coming home from a mission and jumping right into 15 credits of senior level classes. That's a good way to kill yourself. I legitimately spend about 5 hours at the library per day, ON AVERAGE. Sometimes it's more, sometimes it's less. But still... That's a whole freaking lot of time. And somehow despite that, I feel like I am a mediocre student who is just barely keeping up.

Work.
First, let's just take a minute to celebrate the fact that I have a job. That's good news. I'm going to work at a group home like I did before my mission. Because of that, I had to spend all of last week doing training for my new job. That meant that I had to miss several classes. That really irritated me a lot; almost to the point of making me reconsider my decision to take the position.

Social Life.
This is the one aspect of my life that I wish I could devote more time to. It's definitely the one I enjoy the most. Most of the time that I spend with my boyfriend is spent at the library doing homework for our individual homework assignments. Once in a while we actually do something fun. Like a week and a half ago, he and I went to a masquerade ball that the College of the Arts sponsored. Then the other day we took a break from homework and went Country Dancing. I like when we do that stuff.

Throw these things into a pot, let them boil, and you end up with a really stressed out Kelsey. Last week when I was doing my training for work, I was stressed out of my mind. I felt bad for my boyfriend, because at the start of the week I apologized for my inability to be social for the week. Someday I'm sure that I'll be a master and juggling all of my responsibilities and then some, but in the mean time, I'm going to stop blogging and go back to trying to keep my head above water.