As frustrated as I am with my classes, as overwhelmed as I feel, as much as I do not want to be in any one of them this semester, there is still something entirely soothing about sitting down and working through a Greek translation.  I might hate the assignment, I might think the particulars are ridiculous, but the actual working through of the language and grammar feels so right.

I just need to channel my frustrations into healthy feelings.

I can do this.