It takes no time to fall in love But it takes you years to know what love is

I've been wanting to write in here for a long time, but everytime I've sat down to write, I've been so tired that I can't seem to complete my thoughts. Ironically, I had to erase that last line because I couldn't express my words in the right order.
Well, school and work are taking their toll on me. This is pretty much the most stress and tiredness I've experienced in my school/job life. 50 hours a week I spend at work and school. And that doesn't count time to study and do assignments (which is about 10 hours/week)or commuting time (7.7 hours/week). Yes, I have counted because it's the only way I can manage my time properly and have a realistic view of how I can get things done. Or else I would have dropped my class by now.

I like my class but it makes me a little upset that I don't enjoy it as much as I could. In class, sometimes (like tonight) I was yawning and just ready to go home about half way through. After a full day of work and then a stop over at Staples to print off my assignment, then to the library because the girl at Staples told me it would take two hours to print my stuff. I've taken stuff their before and that's never happened. She said 2 hours for colour printing (which is what I wanted). Then I asked what about black and white? She said 30 mins. I didn't get that logic. I only had 6 pages to print and I said nevermind and left for the library. Let's just say my library experience was not a great one. First of all, the lady at the information desk kept repeating the spelling of my name wrong. 3 times she repeated it to me wrong. Normally, this wouldn't bother me, but my time was running out and I had to print my stuff fast. I walk over to the computer only to find some guy sitting at the computer I just booked. I gave him a look and he got up right away-- his buddy was on the computer beside me, so he just stood behind me. Nice. I got my docs ready on the screen and went to the main desk to buy my paper. I bought 10 pages and proceeded to the info booth where I showed my receipt to get my paper. Then the wrong- speller- of- my- name- responded with a 10 pages yes answer. See, she is supposed to bring the paper to the printer and put it in and then I can print. I thought she was following me to my computer b/c she had the paper in her hand. Once I got to my computer, I peer over and see that she is sitting at her desk! I look again b/c I thought she was maybe accosted by someone for help, but no, she's sitting at the desk. Well, I marched over there and she looks up at me and says oh you want your paper? Uhhhh, yeah I want my paper! My paper was sitting right beside her on her desk. So I walked back to the computer. Note that this whole time the guy beside me is crazyily printing off stuff. When I say crazily, he almost had a half a package of xerox paper already in his hands. This bugged me greatly as he was constantly printing and I needed to get my paper in there. Turns out as Mrs. Badspeller came to put my paper in, Mr. Crazypaper ran out of paper. Think that would be a good thing so I could get my paper in? Wrong. Apparently Mr. Paperking kept cueing print jobs even though he used up all his paper. Meaning that I could not print my jobs until his cued ones were printed. For some reason Mrs. Icantspell couldn't understand what was happening and at this point, I was getting anxious and I explained it to her. Regrettably, I didn't use a nice tone. But she didn't seem to notice, just as she didn't seem to notice much of anything. So Mr.Paperboy had to finish his and then I finally did mine. Most of the time I was waiting around I tried to concentrate on breathing so I wouldn't get irritated. Six pages. Just as I was done, he asked me if I was finished. Was he in some kind of rush?? I thought to myself, I'm going to be nice to this guy because that's what I should do. So I told him he could have the rest of the paper in the printer that I didn't use.

I booted it to school. As I approached my classroom door, I noticed it was shut and looking through the window, there was nobody there. I paused then saw a note on the door that said class was moved to another room. I walked into that room and my teacher said hi to me, she had already started class and I was 5 minutes late. It was a good class but I started losing my concentration in the last hour of the new topic. On a good note, I found out I got a higher mark on last week's exam than I thought. I was a bit surprised at my mark last week, although not bad, it just didn't seem right. Anyways, my teacher said she will tell us about the mark changes next class.

And that's the kind of day it's been for me. After it's all said and done, today was a day that taught me a lot. I learned how to be a better person when I don't feel like being one. I'm thankful that I didn't take out my emotions on the people I encountered today. I don't feel I was 100% successful at that today, but someone upstairs helped me out and was patient with me. When patience is tried, just remember that in those times, Someone is being patient with you. And then you will be okay.

Good night.