This semester, while intense and stressful, is miles (as yet!) below the level of anxiety I've had in previous semesters. I think one large part of this is the fact that I now have a proper desk setup, and I'm not dragging my books out and then away from the dining table - it's good to have a space that is dedicated JUST to school-related things. Even then, during an insane 5 day clinical week last week (for which I was very nearly prepared), I still had to drag all my flotsam and jetsam out onto every available horizontal surface to make sure I had all my ducks in a row for clinical.
One thing that adds to the chaos is the steady influx of paper handouts from various classes. When I receive them, I mark the date and which class at the top of the paper, but I've not been in the practice of bringing them to my desk, punching the appropriate holes and getting them into the proper binders, and these papers have been piling up. I spent about an hour this morning just organizing stuff before I could begin working on my clinical paperwork with a clear head. That took half the day, and now to shift gears, I had to do about another 30 minutes of shuffling and organizing. I suppose you do what you have to do. I've never been a super-organized person, and I've never really made a designated space before, so I sort of just imagined that just by having a designated space, all this stuff would magically organize itself. Turns out, the universe apparently expects me to have some sort of involvement in the organizing concept. Oh well.
SO... Mental health. I don't think that's where I'm going, although it is interesting to hear fantastic tales of things so out of the ordinary as alchemy or going to high school with Grover Cleveland.
The pups have been wonderfully supportive of my studies. Praline is sitting at my feet right now like a cuddly little kitten. She is so sweet.
Oh well, just like the organizing, this mental health assignment won't do itself. Back to the coal mine!