Not literally. Not back on the treadmill thats sitting in the shed getting dusty. I’m talking about the treadmill of life.
Is that what they even say – on the treadmill? Maybe it’s a hamster wheel. Whatever it is, I’m busy.
School started back again early February and we’ve been flat out because there is only four months to go and a few weeks of that will be work placement so we have to belt out all our assignments before May.
I’m trying to concentrate on each assessment or assignment as they come in order and not worry about the one due at the end of April when there are still three due before that anyway.
I’ll be really glad when this is all over and I can sit back, put my feet up and say, holy crap that was one crazy 18 months I just had. Studying full time and working as well as trying to keep a hobby business going at the same time has been harder than I thought it would be. Throw in all the goings on we had with my father and it’s been a pretty long haul.
I started back at TAFE two days after Dads funeral. I really could have done with a week off because watching someone you love die is bloody hard work and very tiring. But sometimes I think its just easier to put a smile on your face and pretend everythings ok. I figured if I had a week off then everyone would know my business and when I started back everyone would either be feeling sorry for me and wanting to talk to me about it or avoiding me because they didn’t know what to say which can be worse. So I just went back and didn’t say anything to any of my teachers or classmates. Lol, only one guy and that was because he was always asking me about Betty and how she was going. The first day back he told me that he’d had to have his dog put to sleep so I said that we’d had to have Betty put to sleep as well and then I just threw in that my father had died as well just in case he found out later and thought I was more upset about Betty dying than Dad.
I know, it sounds stupid but it’s impossible to know when to throw the information into a conversation and it makes people feel awkward. Someone says – how’s your father? and I say – oh he died and they get a bit flustered and then I think that I maybe should have mentioned it earlier but there just never seems to be the right moment.
But anyway I’m racing off now to get ready for school. Asignment for the weekend – Read a genre of book you’ve never read before and give an 8 minute presentation about it. So for me that would be romance, Mills and Boon in particular. All I can say is that at least it is very short.