(88) Exhaustion
Friday. The end of the week, and god, I'm tired.
There is such a sense of relief knowing that there's nothing due tomorrow. That there's no classes to go to, no short papers to prepare for, no readings to memorize or anything like that. It's a lie, of course - I have work tomorrow that I have to get up early for; I have partnered presentation on Tuesday on the book Working that I don't even have, which means that I have to read it by tomorrow in Student Stores because I'm supposed to meet said partner for discussion about it sometime this weekend; I have a quiz in Spanish this Tuesday on the entirety of chapter 1, which might not look too bad to an outsider but that's only because the outsider doesn't know my Spanish teacher, who is a total crazo; I have to write an essay for a summer research program that's due Feb 1; I have to write a template of a recommendation for my boss because his English isn't that great, and get it out to him early enough so that he'll have time to "rewrite" it and send it; I have to get a photograph of myself as well as various documentations including a copy of a SAT score report for that same institution; I'm meeting Ijeoma this weekend for checking the Analytical Chem questions that I haven't even looked at yet, so I'll have to do those, too.
I feel like I'm going to die.
And on top of all this, which pretty much all needs to be done this weekend, I have Bio homework due Friday, Spanish homework in addition to the quiz, ChemLab (which should be self-explanatory in its disgustingness), reading and in-class response due Monday, and volunteering on Friday. The last of which I just came back from.
This doesn't even take into account time that goes into extra activities, like eating and COU and sleeping and CPMA. And cleaning. And laundry. Which goddammit takes an atrocious amount of time.
Realize also, that this has been an "easy" week. A short week, even, because we had Monday off due to MLK day and no lab.
Did I mention that I think I'm gonna die?
There is such a sense of relief knowing that there's nothing due tomorrow. That there's no classes to go to, no short papers to prepare for, no readings to memorize or anything like that. It's a lie, of course - I have work tomorrow that I have to get up early for; I have partnered presentation on Tuesday on the book Working that I don't even have, which means that I have to read it by tomorrow in Student Stores because I'm supposed to meet said partner for discussion about it sometime this weekend; I have a quiz in Spanish this Tuesday on the entirety of chapter 1, which might not look too bad to an outsider but that's only because the outsider doesn't know my Spanish teacher, who is a total crazo; I have to write an essay for a summer research program that's due Feb 1; I have to write a template of a recommendation for my boss because his English isn't that great, and get it out to him early enough so that he'll have time to "rewrite" it and send it; I have to get a photograph of myself as well as various documentations including a copy of a SAT score report for that same institution; I'm meeting Ijeoma this weekend for checking the Analytical Chem questions that I haven't even looked at yet, so I'll have to do those, too.
I feel like I'm going to die.
And on top of all this, which pretty much all needs to be done this weekend, I have Bio homework due Friday, Spanish homework in addition to the quiz, ChemLab (which should be self-explanatory in its disgustingness), reading and in-class response due Monday, and volunteering on Friday. The last of which I just came back from.
This doesn't even take into account time that goes into extra activities, like eating and COU and sleeping and CPMA. And cleaning. And laundry. Which goddammit takes an atrocious amount of time.
Realize also, that this has been an "easy" week. A short week, even, because we had Monday off due to MLK day and no lab.
Did I mention that I think I'm gonna die?