Stress: the symptom of school

Tomorrow I have to clean the theatre. At 9 o'clock. Doesn't sound bad? Well, it wouldn't be bad if I hadn't been waking up at 8 every morning and going to bed past 12 every night. It's wearing me out. Then I might have a few moments to myself to shower and then I have to make an appearance at a party so I don't seem like a recluse. It's Saturday and there's no sleeping in.

This is a terrible way to introduce you into my life on a college campus. To begin: I've moved in. Made some fun friends (June, Kacey, Lindsey, Jaspen, Adam, Rob). Made some annoying enemies (Dr. Proctor, for example). I'm already stressed out. I've been thrown into the theatre world with full force and my school work was thrown with just as much speed. I started classes yesterday and I already have a book to read, spanish homework, work study in the theatre, a member of Blue Masque, doing wardrobe for Lockerbie, doing multi-media for 6330, and building for Urinetown. My life, as I know it, is over. And on top of it all I have to eat and try to be social. There have already been a few event and party invites. I don't know how I'm going to survive.

Since it's late, I'm going to stop there and, in the mean time, come up with a few constructive sentences and keep all you crazy kids updated. 

Carmen.