Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you a story about actual groundhog day. Rather, today’s blog is about how eerily similar the last three days have been for me. I planned my work schedule around the Masters so I could see every last second of it. I also had to do 3 weeks worth of school work in these 4 days due to my complete absence from my home in the month of May.

So, every day, I have woken up, turned on the Masters and started reading my psych books, typing up papers and researching studies done on my topics. I usually spend the entire Masters coverage doing my schoolwork (3:30-7:30). Then, when my brain stops caring about addiction, postpartum depression, and body image, I stop and eat some dinner and then watch the Yankee game of that particular day. Then, after my mental break I do different activities including learning how to use my new camera, cleaing out my closet, planning some more of our trip, etc. So, while the ends of my days have been different, the beginnings have been shockingly identical. I bring this up today because yesterday, I had no concept of what day it was. I thought about it and decided it must be Sunday and that I must work tomorrow. But, it was not Sunday and I did not work tomorrow (today). My advice to you, when needing to watch golf and be extremely academically productive, don’t schedule all of these same days in a row. It’s confusing and makes you feel like you are living in a golf/psychology bubble that no one can penetrate and that you can’t leave. It’s a little weird. With that said, I have been extremely productive this odd weekend and am very pleased with my progress. Thanks to my awesome work, not only did I do the work for the weeks Zak and I are in Europe, but I also did the work for the week I am in Oklahoma for Kyle’s graduation. So, the month of May which I thought was going to be all travelling and all school work is now looking to be all travelling and just a little school work-a huge improvement.

So, since it’s not actually Groundhog Day, I wish you all a happy Easter. I hope someone at ham and cheese potatoes and a cadbury egg in my honor since I did not.