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For some reason the title of a book I've never read seems an appropriate subject heading for what I'm about to write.

I've spent the last 8 out of 9 hours working on the midterm for my Rhetoric class. While I've made steady and useful progress, I've still got a long way to go. This has me pretty well freaking out since it's due Thursday and I'm working Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday night. At this point I'm crossing my fingers that--in spite of needing hours at work--that I'll get flexed at least one of those nights. Otherwise, I'm not sure how I'll pull this off short of not sleeping more than 4 hours a night for the rest of the week (and even then it's doubtful).

I admit I kind of slacked on working on this thing in favor of the Poetics assignment that was due on Friday, but it's not like I wasn't doing homework at all. In retrospect I feel like I should've done much more for this assignment over the last week though. I keep telling myself that somehow I will manage to pull this off, but it seems like my many hours of work on it tonight (my only solid day of homework available this week) has barely gotten me anywhere. To add insult to injury, at present I find myself so burnt out on the thing that my plans to work on it for another couple hours seem sort of silly. I'd probably do better to just go to sleep and get up earlier than usual tomorrow to do some work on it, but the stress adrenaline has me wired. Still more unfortunate is that when I sat down to try and type part of it up I couldn't do much more than stare at the screen; hence why I'm writing mundanity here.

Another thing in my stressed-out brain is the way all this school work is trying to destroy my relationships. Right now, my homework takes up so much of my time that my social life consists of hanging out with my friends while we all do homework. Regrettably, this is also the case with my boyfriend. For the past eight weeks it's been a debate between being behind on the reading for my classes and spending time with him. It sucks. I'm thinking I may only take one class next semester since I'll still have to work full time (still no qualifying for financial aid). I can't take this insanity again. Hell, I can't take this insanity now.

Grad school, you slay me.

Date: 2010-10-17 12:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OT, begging for someone to aid in my early demise was as close as I got to cussing during labor.

Good luck with your classes. Everyone with true mortality freaks out the first semester or so of grad school until you get used to doing the extra work.

Date: 2010-10-17 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's not doing the extra work that bothers me; it's having to choose between homework and the rest of my life that bothers me. I haven't found that balance yet.

It's also that I'll have written 20 pages by the time I'm done with this exam. It's pretty brutal...

Thanks for the well-wishes though. :)


Date: 2010-10-18 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You'll make it through.
*Virtual Hug*


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