But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do, once you find them.

Someone told me to check out this performance, and I'm astounded. What raw emotion... that moment at 2:05 or so gives me goosebumps.

And the song fits now. I do have many rivers to cross.

I knew this semester would be a tough one. Coaching. Teaching. Waiting Tables. Graduate school. But, overall, it hasn't been that bad. I've been getting by just fine.

Until the last week or so. And I have roughly three weeks to go.

The latest draft of my project was due on Wednesday. I finally emailed it to her on Sunday, with apologies. Points will be taken off. I don't care that much, because I'm really doing the project for myself and my school, not for her, but I think it's the first time I've lost any points for lateness since I started graduate school, and was sort of hoping the good karma I tend to have for accepting late papers would carry over to my own class. It didn't. And it pisses me off that I sent it off late, because I like to do my best and I'm paying $1200 for this course. Somehow, I have to finish the project, get it to two different colleagues for feedback, and then get it finished sometime in the next week or so. I'm still not clear on the exact due date. May 6 or something.

That's the only thing added to the equation this year, but otherwise my usual late April craziness is come back. On the coaching front, we've had a couple of tough losses in a row, but we have tough losses every year. As for teaching, I'm staying on top of my lessons, but not my grading, like I always due during baseball season. I've been left in charge of the summer reading for the 9th grade, as I usually am. And it's all fine, barely. I've got three more weeks or so before it all slows down. And if it takes an hour of listening to Jim Croce on YouTube every night while I write, then that's what it takes. Even if it's the Muppets.

Things are tough, and I'm just going to put my nose to grindstone and work hard. And do my best not to complain.

One thing I do know: when grad school ends and I have my Master's Degree in hand in just three weeks or so, I'm going to go out and have a whale of a time somewhere. It'll also be around the end of baseball season, and hopefully we'll come back from the recent losses and ineligibilities and be celebrating another decent season.