Now you don't have to have them in a cheerleader's outfit, but for me, it works. Plus I get to imagine myself looking pretty dang awesome in an outfit that would NOT look good on me. Tiny skirts plus long legs equals "wow, she's trying really hard isn't she?"
So yeah. Moving on to my point. The other day I'm sitting in my English Lit. course having a freak out moment. My professor is telling the class that "While your paper has to be done before the 4th, I suggest making sure you're not writing it at the last moment. You don't want to have to deal with the paper PLUS studying for the midterm. Unless you thrive in that stress...."
On the outside I'm talking with a classmate, writing down notes, and laughing with the class. The inside is a different story. On the inside I imagine myself to be sitting on the floor with my planner sitting in front of me. My inner self is in sweat pants, a ratty old T-shirt, and my hair is haphazardly pulled back into a bun of some sort. I'm making a mental list of things that have to be done before fall break and trying not to pull my hair out. The place I'm in is nondescript, just a dark space with an unknown source of light shining down on me. My planner is quite a bit larger than in real life, almost half my size. I take my pencil and slowly mark on the blank pages. First off is the days I have to work, so I can properly schedule my free time. Second is the homework for that week, assignments such as my statistics homework, reading specific chapters of the book for English, etc. Then the really hard begins.
Taking into account what my English Professor just told me, I begin to plan when I'm going to write my first essay for the class. Then I remember I need to make time for my reading for the paper in my Religions class and oh, can't forget the fact that I need to finish that one early as well. After all the same day that specific paper is due, I have a blog due, a poem due, and a quiz to study for. In essence that needs to be finished in the next two weeks as well. So I have to make sure to get all the outlining and research done this next week. Oh but then it hits me that I need to study the next week for my first statistics test. On my huge planner I erase the plans for the week to make room for the study time.
On top of all of this, I have the everyday plans. Things that can't be planned. Things such as my friends baby being born soon, my room getting cleaned, trips to Walmart to pick up necessities and all that jazz.
My inner me begins to pull in her legs and grabs the sides of her head. Yelling out in frustration, she opens her mouth to proclaim "There aren't enough hours in the day! I'm never going to finish all of this! I can't, no more, just don't give me any more to do!" I've officially started to freak out.
Then a big flash of light and the seemingly boring space I've occupied is unveiled as a gymnasium. I see a perky me in a blue cheerleader's outfit holding a bullhorn on the other side of the gym. Her hair is up in a high pony tail and there are mini pom-poms hanging from the base. Three blue stars decorate her temple in face paint. She looks at me and proceeds to yell (through the bull horn) "Oi! Get up off the floor and stop feeling sorry for yourself!"
"Who was the girl who wrote the Harry Potter essay, which was SIX pages, in three hours the night before it was due! That's two pages an hour!"
Inner me stands up and states "But..I had all the research done the week beforehand..."
Cheerleader me walks over and slaps my head with a notebook. "OW! What was that for?"
"Ignore the extra's girl! We are focusing on the main picture here! Now who was it that wrote that paper? Hmm? I can't HEAR you!!" While saying this, cheerleader me puts the bullhorn to hear ear.
Inner me: "Uh..me!"
"Exactly! And who wrote two different papers for her Tuesday/Thursday classes at the same time! Two days before they were due!"
Inner me starts to open her mouth when cheerleader me puts the bullhorn to her mouth. "Don't even start on the research! I don't care that you finished it two weeks early! So who was it?"
Suddenly energized, inner me stands up taller and yells "I DID!"
"Who was the one who wrote the analysis on a game she didn't even play, a paper she was sure she'd screwed up on? The paper that got an A and only needed a couple grammatical errors fixed?"
"ME!"
Screaming as loud as she can through the bullhorn the perkier version of myself says "No who's going to write three papers, a poem, and a blog in the next two weeks? On top of all the other crap she has to deal with?"
Jumping up and down, inner me yells yet again, "ME!"
Cheerleader me puts the bullhorn down and cocks her hip. "So go on out there and do it! Oh and bring back A's while you're at it huh?"
Inner me bends over to pick up the planner, which has now turned to it's normal size and closes it.
What has just occurred is what I like to call Suzie's Inner Mind Theater. It changes to whatever is going on around me, but this is what usually happens when I get stressed. Whenever I seem to get down and feel like the world is crashing around me, I just call on my inner cheerleader. She puts my butt into gear, lemme tell you. I don't know if it's just me, but I think everyone must have some form of an inner cheerleader yelling at them with encouragement. Call it giving yourself a pep talk, whatever. Sometimes a person just needs to be reminded that the world isn't going to come crashing down on top of them if everything isn't perfect.
So I'm still kinda overwhelmed by the amount of stuff I have to do in such a short time, but I know I'll get it done. I just now and then need a good swift kick to get moving.
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