Deadlines

I have tried to organise my life in such a way that I am able to accommodate part time work and my social work studies. The operative word in the last sentence being "tried". At times everything seems to cascade into a week of deadlines and events. Something along the lines of a final teaching day, present a workshop to 50 parents, submit a 40 page assignment to the university and a youngster that calls me dad has a matric dance. All has to be done, no postponements allowed and no extensions granted. The light at the end of the tunnel is the increase in the bank balance, work completed as required with my credentials intact and a teenage couple being ferried to and from their final school year social committments (although I don't think this is the last time I will be driving around in the small hours of the morning!).

You can imagine what this is doing to my sleep patterns - it is certainly not early to bed early to rise. Much closer to bed early in the morning and get up a few hours later. It is not all doom and gloom as most of it is now behind me and I can still claim to be pretty sane and not only enjoyed what had to be done, but also had the priviledge of meeting people who are alive and vital in their approach to life despite the hardships that they face.

This weekend will be filled with text books, reading and writing and I have politely informed friends and family that I will resurface next week once the postal service is in possession of the assignment.