Status quo
Feb. 1st, 2008 21:00![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillI decided to postpone my tonsillectomy until July. It seemed prudent.
I've dumped my social calendar again -- it's gotten to the point that there isn't much left to dump. I have the English Composition exam tomorrow (pass that and I have one less class next quarter), then I get to whip up a class schedule for registration (Monday 6-10am) and study for my plant biotech midterm later Monday morning. Not sure whether I'm going to go to seminar that afternoon; I may be too tired. That leaves me the rest of Monday and the next two days to get my Crop Ecology homework done and study for my History midterm on Thursday. I have to remember to vote somewhere in there (maybe Monday on my way back home, as I drive right past the County Clerk's office). Then it's quiet until my Crop Ecology midterm the following Thursday, which I'll have to cram madly for. That week I should start talking to Plant Path professors and touring labs.
School has turned into my equivalent of The Job I Hate. It eats far too much of my time, makes me unhappy and stressed, and compensates me far too little. I end up crying at the start of the week because I don't want to go back again, distressingly often. I have one more quarter to go, and I'm trying as hard as I can to make sure it sucks as little as possible, but at this point it's bordering on emotional torture. Ready To Be Done Now.
The rest of my life is fine ("How was the play, Mr. Lincoln?") This too shall pass. I've gotten all my ducks in a row, to my knowledge -- and trust me, I've left none of this to chance -- so that by June I will finally have that little piece of paper.
Grad school will be different; time management will be much more in my own hands, and with fewer formal classes (and more hands-on work) I expect to have a bit more of my weekends and evenings free, with no PhD thesis to be a slave to. Let's hope I actually do get in. *crossed fingers*
I've dumped my social calendar again -- it's gotten to the point that there isn't much left to dump. I have the English Composition exam tomorrow (pass that and I have one less class next quarter), then I get to whip up a class schedule for registration (Monday 6-10am) and study for my plant biotech midterm later Monday morning. Not sure whether I'm going to go to seminar that afternoon; I may be too tired. That leaves me the rest of Monday and the next two days to get my Crop Ecology homework done and study for my History midterm on Thursday. I have to remember to vote somewhere in there (maybe Monday on my way back home, as I drive right past the County Clerk's office). Then it's quiet until my Crop Ecology midterm the following Thursday, which I'll have to cram madly for. That week I should start talking to Plant Path professors and touring labs.
School has turned into my equivalent of The Job I Hate. It eats far too much of my time, makes me unhappy and stressed, and compensates me far too little. I end up crying at the start of the week because I don't want to go back again, distressingly often. I have one more quarter to go, and I'm trying as hard as I can to make sure it sucks as little as possible, but at this point it's bordering on emotional torture. Ready To Be Done Now.
The rest of my life is fine ("How was the play, Mr. Lincoln?") This too shall pass. I've gotten all my ducks in a row, to my knowledge -- and trust me, I've left none of this to chance -- so that by June I will finally have that little piece of paper.
Grad school will be different; time management will be much more in my own hands, and with fewer formal classes (and more hands-on work) I expect to have a bit more of my weekends and evenings free, with no PhD thesis to be a slave to. Let's hope I actually do get in. *crossed fingers*
