Dropped Anatomy…again.September 20, 2006
I dropped the Anatomy class I was taking. I wrestled with this as I am pretty sure I would have done fine on the first test which was today. However, the deadline to drop the class is this Monday and so I had to make a decision soon. I have been under a lot of stress in all areas of my life. There are other areas where I could have cut the stress out, but really it is this class, again that is giving me the most problems.
I can be a 6am riser if I go to bed early. However, I realized that in order to go to bed and get a good amount of sleep I can’t study much the night before when the kids are sleeping. It is that time at 9pm to 2am when I would get the most studying done. In order to get 8 hours of sleep at night, which my doctor has told me I need to do, I would have to go to bed at 10pm and then I would have no time to study.
I am not able to get much studying done during the day because of the noise and just being attentive and active with the kids.
One day, when the timing is right I will be able to take the Anatomy class and wizz through it and get a good grade and move on. Realistically this isn’t the semester. Maybe some people who have young kids or even work and have kids can do it, but I am not able to.
I tried doing homework until 1am and getting to bed and getting 3 to 4 hours of sleep and what was happening was that I was literally falling asleep in the lecture class at 11:30am. Even with 4 cups of coffee in me I couldn’t prop the eyelids open. Luckily the first couple of weeks are review for me as I know cell anatomy and basic tissue anatomy. I just know that this would have caught up with me so I had to make my decision.
I hate being a quitter, but I guess it is better than being a failure. I will get through all of this. I know this is the “weed out” class. I think next semester Tony and I are going to really get a grip on what will be the best class schedule for me. I think even if that means he has to move around his work schedule to accomodate me then that is what he has to do.
Reality for us is that our “financial freedom” is on my shoulders. It is dependent on me finishing school and going into a career that pays well. It will be my income that will help us get into a house and move forward in our lives. It is scary and stressful always knowing that.