A little bit frustrated

I've been here for one month. School is tough, a little bit. I feel OK with the teaching job. However, the ceramics and printmaking drive me crazy, and all the papers and assignments... I mean, I havn't been a good student since 2004. I kind of overestimate myself. I took five classes this semester. There's a saying that if one take four classes per semester, he/ she must be a superman. It seemed that I'm more than superwoman now..

And I still face lots of paradox-.- I got trapped. I know I made a wrong wish at the very beginning of my 23rd year.