...and times.

and so it came to a breaking point.

Wait, let me back up.

The semester started off like any other, but my math teacher took the first day to go over 3 chapters. She said it was stuff we should already know.

...suuuuuuure.

Keeping up wasn't all that easy. My stats class is online, and it's entirely too easy to fall behind. Especially when nobody's checking up on me and I'm sleeping almost every hour that I'm home. Eventually, I couldn't force myself to stay awake long enough to get my work done. I couldn't study for my exams, and the work I was turning in was sloppy. Every assignment I did while I was at work was riddled with mistakes and the ones I did at home were half complete because I fell asleep mid problem.

In retrospect, putting a comfy couch in my office may have been a bad idea.

And so it came to a breaking point. (This is where we came in) You see, my math class is graded very simply. Two exams and a few small quizzes are all that count. Bomb one test, it's ignored. Bomb the second, and you're not going to pass the class. I need the class to get in the program in January. Otherwise... I don't actually know what I'd do then. It took me long enough to figure out what to do with myself, I don't want to let some stupid logarithmic differential get in the way. I bombed the first test. I wasn't doing well when the second test was coming around. I was too far behind in my stats work to effectively keep up any more.

I liked my job. I really did. But I realized that I needed the time. I needed to be asleep at night, I needed to be awake in class. A weekend used to both catch up on work and sleep. I only now have time to blog about it because this is my first weekend off since then. I feel surprisingly well rested. I feel far more prepared for my coursework than I have in a year.

Let's see how I do on that test.