Well, linguistics classes have been in session for over a week now, and I feel like I’m seeing “suspicious pairs” lurking in dark alleys and I’ve already had my first linguistics nightmare. Literally up all night trying to figure out why I hadn’t converted a [pw] into a [pʷ] in my homework, and trying to remember if I had united the correct phonemes or not. I had to keep reminding myself that it was too late, I already turned it in. Not a good night. On the bright side, I am building up quite tolerance for wee morning hours.
This metaphor may only be understood by a small portion of people reading this, but I’ll try to explain. Back in the day, I played Mario on an ancient Nintendo (until my sister threw the controller and broke it, grrrr…), and on some levels the backdrop wouldn’t progress as you did, but would instead progress at a steady pace, and you needed to keep up with it regardless of the obstacles in your path. If a cliff was looming, you couldn’t take time to develop a strategy, you just had to take the leap otherwise the progressing screen would just push you off of it.
Lately I’ve been empathizing with that little guy quite often. Life is just moving, moving, moving at this steady pace, no matter how well I am keeping up. With no time to strategize, I feel sometimes as if I am going to be steadily pushed off that cliff (cue catchy little tune). We are told the first three weeks are the worst, the hardest and most time intensive, so I’m just waiting for that 3-week mark. Until then, I’m just going to pray for some sanity and sleep, and daydream about touching my fingers together to stop time.