I am writing this blog on Monday the 20th.  I usually try to write the blog on the same night.  I think that if I had chosen to write the blog then, it would have looked a lot different.  I enjoyed the presentations, and they went well and I learned a lot.  I have a much clearer picture of the different theories discussed.  But, I am writing this after having to complete the various discussions posts for the week.  Here is a pictorial overview of my experience today.  I have read and responded to so many posts today, that I am feeling so stressed and overwhelmed that both my eyes and brain hurt. There were so many responses to so  many posts, I didn't know where I was.  Which theory was I on, which post, what question?  I need a break, so I am writing in my Blog.  So, I did a search on Google for "stressed and overwhelmed" and have added some pics.

But this just added to my distress, because HOW DO YOU FIGURE OUT HOW TO ARRANGE THESE PICS ON THE BLOG?  AHHHHH!  They have a mind of their own.    Ok, I have to calm down and use what I learned in Synectics.  If the Donkey can get out of the hole, I can arrange these pics on the Blog.  Just a little "thinking out of the box" will do.  Oh, and those quizzes.  I guess I'm not a good quiz taker.  I think it is my occasional (well maybe not so occasional) problem with "gray thinking."  For example, one time at another job, someone stole money. (don't know why I thought of this)   The four of us at work at the time were asked to take a polygraph test.  Only two of us decided to take the test.  It took about four or five hours and by the time I was done I actually felt guilty I was exhausted, overwhelmed and my brain hurt. (sort of like I felt today)  At the end, the FBI agent laughed at me and told me that I was hard to question, because I made associations and connections to everything.  One of the questions he had asked me was if I had ever stolen anything, and I told him that I had taken a small lock from my grandfather when I was eight.  Later, I felt compelled to tell him that I had helped my Aunt Gladys clean out her apartment and she had told me to take things I wanted.  I told him that I had taken a belt and had not really asked permission to take it.  My mind was like a ping pong ball, bouncing back and forth looking for answers.  In the end, I was innocent, but was guilty of having a very "gray mind."

Wow, I'm feeling better now.  Writing in this blog is like therapy!  I guess I should put a pictorial overview of how I can mentally and visually deal with my stress. (funny that I found them in the same Google search)  Here they are.  (Let the Blog do with them what it will)  I really lied and it took me about three times to get the pictures where I wanted them, and they're still not perfect.

Finally, the baby, a symbol of rebirth, and in this case, a rebirth of my mind--new fresh and ready to take in new knowledge through Behaviorism, Cognitivism or Synectics.