I know I shouldn't be wasting precious time blogging, at the moment, when I have plenty of studying to do for classes tonight. Or atleast for my anatomy and physiology class. I just don't feel like studying anymore even if there is a quiz tonight. Shame on me for hoping that mitosis would be interesting. As awful as it sounds, I really can't wait to start dissecting. For some reason muscles, bones, and organs are so much easier for me to memorize. I'm not so interested in cells and how or why they divide and what they do. It's just irrelavant to what I want to do. When I'm transporting someone in a helicopter their cellular activity will be the least of my worries. It kind of pains me to think that I still have to do microbiology and A&P II after this! I think I just might drop dead before I finish school. My backpack already weighs just about as much as I do. Not to mention that between working full time and going to school twice a week, I only get 4 days off a month. And when I think about it, most of those days off will be spent studying or doing errands that my sweet husband never got around to since he works full time as well. He has also been toying with the idea of going back to school. I figured he would go back and get all his degrees in mechanics and become Honda/Acura certified since that's what a majority of the population around here drives anyways. However, he just informed me the other day that he does not want to go to school for that. He wants a degree in criminal justice. I was somewhat surprised. Not so much due to his military experience, but for as long as I have known him, he has always been interested in cars and fixing them. Infact, he was even a mechanic in the army. Either way, he needs to give himself more credit. I have a funny feeling that the reason he hasn't gone back to school, is the same reason that I kept putting it off as well. I think that he doubts himself. He believes in me so much and I wish that he would just focus even a little bit of that faith back on himself. I am so thankful to have a husband who supports me so much and knows that I can succeed at anything as long as I give it my best shot. But it breaks my heart that he doesn't feel that way about himself. I guess that's why he has me in his life though. So that I can support him, believe in him, and encourage him to accomplish anything his heart desires.