berkeley resumes

Ah, the first week of school is now drawing to a close and I am still in shock that I have to carry a backpack -- well, full of books -- and a calendar. And wear a watch that I have to consult multiple times and with great feelings of anxiety and necessity. Ah, school. I'm taking four classes, plus yoga. I've decided that this semester needs to be defined by self care. Only taking on what I know I can handle, and handle competently and well. I dropped a thrillingly interesting graduate course in the School of Education because I know I would not be able to keep up with all the energy and intellectual fervor that such a class demands. County child welfare looms in my near future and deserves my fullest stretches of attention, psychic and emotional. I can do this. I will be a good CPS worker. A damn good one. I just need to take care of myself along the way.

Otherwise, life has been a lot of shopping for my apartment. I forget how much goes into furnishing and outfitting a home when you start from zero. Looks like the kitchen is done; cooking has been such a pleasure. Living room still needs a couch and coffee table to make it a nice shared living space. So far my roommate and I pretty much hang out in our respective rooms if we are not both in the kitchen and it would be nice to not have to hide out like that. And to be able to have ppl over to watch movies and potlocks... Ambitious socializing ideas. May not materialize. We shall see how I manage to balance school and life.