Sometimes I wonder if I'm gonna make it. Sometimes my breath has trouble squeezing into my lungs because there is just so much to do, there's barely enough time to breathe. The semester always makes it difficult, and I get the "bad mom" feeling. I want to see my small Chloe person more, but I just get evenings and every other weekend since I'm either in school or work during weekdays, and now that I'm teaching classes in two different cities I don't even get all of that. I'm not complaining, teaching hoop is in fact, my shit, but I just wish I was done with school. I'm tired of it. I feel like it's this repetition thats been done soooo many times it's lost its value. What is really being learned? And what is being retained? I barely have time to hoop, and that makes my anxiety worse, I swear. There's no place for me to hoop on campus, and that's really hurt my practice. I get sad when I see people get to dedicate significant time to their passions, not because I'm jealous but because it would be incredible to me just to have significant time. OKay, end whine, paper writing time.