The first week is always a little bit of "OMG! I'm going to have SO MUCH to do! How am I going to manage my time? Wait, I don't even HAVE free time. . . " It usually hits Tuesday. It didn't. It waited until today for some unknown-to-me reason.
I'm going to be very, very busy this semester. I'm taking 18 credit hours, working about 22 hours a week, have two night classes. Four of my classes are art classes. I want to die.
Then I remember that not everything that's on the syllabus is due right away and that all of that work is spread out over the course of a semester . . . I have the feeling, though, that something, somewhere along the lines will have to give. I just don't know what, yet.