A person can only tolerate school so long. For me,the tipping point is about 12 hours, after which I generally push my useless self through one more, then calmly exit the building while resisting the urge run and sing from the hilltops with beautiful exclamations of freedom. Thirteen hours may seem like an exaggeration, but I assure you it is not. If I'm not actually in class, I'm working on a group project, and if not that, I'm reading, and if not that, I'm attending an information session for a potential employer. And if I'm not still at school, I'm probably home sitting on my air mattress, ruining my back, and working on the stuff I didn't get done during regular business hours. But I'm not complaining about the hours. Really. The truth is that I'm actually very interested in everything I'm studying, and that factor makes the time go by rather quickly. Add that to the fact that school is about 9,000 times more interesting than my last job, and I'm sitting pretty. On my air mattress.
I am complaining, however, about the fact that since the start of school I have literally not had time to floss my teeth. Don't act all grossed out, I still brush three times a day, which statistics tell me is three times more than about 37% of you. Now that's gross. Anyway, the real point is that the epiphany I had while bloodying up my gums tonight was that I absolutely must make time for the little things that bring me joy--be they blogging or flossing, or doing both simultaneously. These are the things that will keep me sane. And gingivitis free.
As a bonus, taking time to do things outside the realm of education might also give me something more interesting to blog about than bloody gums. Are you grossed out yet?