The Battle Between Pride and Sanity

So here was my day:
I woke up, late as matter of fact. I wanted to get up at 5, but I set my alarm wrong and ended up getting up at 6:30. My back-up alarm, Steve, woke me up.
I then started to study for my ecology test. I was feeling pretty good, not doing hardcore cramming, but just reviewing all the material.
At 11:30 I ate lunch with Holly in the kitchen.
Then at noon I began to study Ecology some more.
At 12:30 I headed to Ecology class. When I got there, I did some last minute review with some classmates.
At 1:00 I took my Ecology test. At this moment, I knew I did not ace the test, but I believed that I did not fail the test either.
At 2:00 I went to Biology II Lab
At 3:15 I got out of Bio II lab and went to Work
At 4:30 I left work and ran to Smiths to pick up food for my STC meeting
At 5:30 I went to my STC meeting. We worked on our newsletter today.
At 7:00 I left the STC meeting and went to my Political Science class. I was sitting in class when I realized that I had mixed up two questions on my Ecology test. I started to slightly freak out and started to believe that I may have actually failed the test. At this moment my desire to go to school plummetted, and I almost left class. But being the good student that I am, I stayed in class physically, but my mind was wandering. I was burnt out from studying and lab and work and STC.
At 8:15 I left class and came and sat at my computer. I checked my email quickly and browsed MSNBC.
At 9:00 I started to work on my book report for Psychobiology of Sex that is due tomorrow.
Around 11:00 I started to talk to Steve on the phone and broke down.
As you can see, my day was consumed with homework, studying and class. I feel like prisoner to my books and my computer. Tonight I realized that I have a big problem. Actually, I broke down tonight.
See, I'm taking 18 credit hours this semester. 15 credit hours are 3 credit classes, then I have two one credit lab classes, and then a one credit physical recreation class. That's a total of 8 classes that fill up my time. Then I work at ICASA, am the president of STC, have dishes to do, and I have a husband. Not to mention, at the moment, I am sleep deprived. It's enough to drive a girl insane, and I'm almost there.
While talking on the phone to Steve tonight, I vented out that I feel completely overwhelmed with school. It's been very hard to keep on top of all my homework. It's draining too. And the more time I spend doing homework the less I feel motivated to do anything. So Steve suggested I dropped a class.
NO WAY!!
No way was I going to drop a class. I would be a failure to drop a class. I'm only allowed to drop one class during my college carreer, and I already used that oppurtunity. Steve tried to convince me that it was ok to drop classes, but I would not have any of it. I DO NOT quit. I DO NOT give up. And if I dropped a class, I would be giving up.
Steve and I continued to talk about the possibility of me dropping a class. He finally had me somewhat convinced that it would be the best thing for me to drop a class, but which one? The two options were Political Science or Pyschobiology of Sex. Steve suggested I drop Poli Sci, but I was not sure. I like Psychobiology of Sex better than I like Poli Sci, but I know how to get an A in poli sci. By the end of the conversation I was frustrated, and was on the verge of tears. I knew Steve was right. I know I need to drop a class, but I would feel like a quiter, like a failure, if I dropped a class.
When Steve and I got off the phone I went and talked to Holly, and she said pretty much the same thing. She talked about how she dropped all these classes in the past and that it's ok to drop classes. I wouldn't be a failure or a quiter.
So, I decided that I'm going to drop Pyschobiology of Sex. I really like this class, but it would be the best to drop. 80% of the grade is based off of tests, and I suck at tests. Poli Sci has essay tests, which I am a lot better at.
I asked Steve to hold me accountable, and make sure I actually drop the class. And I do feel like a quiter, but I know that it will be best for me in the end. I have too many things on my plate, and there is nothing wrong with removing something if it's in the best interest. So my pride tells me that I shouldn't drop the class; I made it 5 weeks into the semester, why stop now? But my sanity is threatening that if I don't free up some time it will leave me, and I will go insane.
Tomorrow I am going to retrieve a drop slip and drop Psychobiology of Sex. I really do not want to, but I know it will be best. This is really hard to do, but the good thing is that I don't have to finish the book report that is due tomorrow. :)
-Carmelita