Stress

I feel sort of like freaking out. Turns out I have to take the COMPASS test before I can be considered for the EMT program that I was hoping to start in July. I also found out today that the class size is 35. I'm not sure of the demand for admittance into this program, but I have a feeling it's more than 35 considering it's the only place (other than Medix in Smyrna) that you can get training. It's like I have to take the SAT's all over again. Last year when I took those I was so relieved to have it over with. Now, I have to take this more important test that's pretty much determining my fate.

I guess if I don't do well they'll recommend that I take a few classes to prepare me and then I can try again for the class starting in Winter.

I just want to get it started. I just want to do it. I've talked and thought and planned and now this... I might not even get into the class until 6 months later than I'd wanted to. I'd already be finished and working a few months by that time if I get in the July class! Ugh.

It just seems like every time I try to do something productive and useful with my life it's 2 steps forwards and 5,000 steps back.

Now I have to get my SAT study guide back out and get to it. Pile that on the list of things I need to do before the wedding.

Write it out.

I've started and stopped writing several blogs in here within the past week. There's so much and so little to write. I'd rather talk about something I'm passionate about instead of wedding plans. But the time I have to write during the day is the time that I'm most bored. And boredom = shitty blogs.

I am envious of Lee Bozeman's writing skills. It's so eloquent. And everything always makes sense.

www.leebozeman.com

No Deal, Howie!

I've decided that I'm going to try out to be on Deal or No Deal. I'd be way cooler than a lot of people they put on there. I've looked up what I need to do and I'm completely serious. I'm sending my shit in.