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I feel like I am drowning.
This is week three of my graduate school program, and the word is: INTENSE. Incredibly so.
The program is fantastic, and the people are great, and I knew going into that it would be a lot of work, but I am up to my ears in reading (like around 1000 pages a WEEK or so) and there are major papers and projects due every week. Sometimes more than one a week. And two weeks from now I have two 15 page papers due...on top of the normal amount of other work.
Don't get me wrong; I am glad I am in the program and I knew it would be intense. It is just a bit much and I am having trouble staying ON the game, never mind ahead of it.
It doesn't help that I have to commute to Waltham every day, in rush hour, making it a 3-4 hour commute round-trip.
It is hot, and my parents aren't hot so they won't turn on the AC. So I am grouchy. Sorry.
In other news, I have apparently lost a friend because one semi-rude sarcastic comment made out of frustration is enough to ruin a friendship. Apparently. Even though I apologized. Fine.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me.
No, sorry. Things are not so bad. They could be worse, and I still have fantastic friends who love me and are escaping to the Cape with me tomorrow night for fun and relaxation. Of course, this means I need to do tomorrow's reading and work tonight along with tonight's stuff...and still be up and ready for the commute at 5:15am.
I feel kind of bad that my first post in a long time is so negative. But, like I said, I am grouchy...hence the negative.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better, since I'll have....ya know...reached another birthday alive and mostly sane-ish.
This is week three of my graduate school program, and the word is: INTENSE. Incredibly so.
The program is fantastic, and the people are great, and I knew going into that it would be a lot of work, but I am up to my ears in reading (like around 1000 pages a WEEK or so) and there are major papers and projects due every week. Sometimes more than one a week. And two weeks from now I have two 15 page papers due...on top of the normal amount of other work.
Don't get me wrong; I am glad I am in the program and I knew it would be intense. It is just a bit much and I am having trouble staying ON the game, never mind ahead of it.
It doesn't help that I have to commute to Waltham every day, in rush hour, making it a 3-4 hour commute round-trip.
It is hot, and my parents aren't hot so they won't turn on the AC. So I am grouchy. Sorry.
In other news, I have apparently lost a friend because one semi-rude sarcastic comment made out of frustration is enough to ruin a friendship. Apparently. Even though I apologized. Fine.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me.
No, sorry. Things are not so bad. They could be worse, and I still have fantastic friends who love me and are escaping to the Cape with me tomorrow night for fun and relaxation. Of course, this means I need to do tomorrow's reading and work tonight along with tonight's stuff...and still be up and ready for the commute at 5:15am.
I feel kind of bad that my first post in a long time is so negative. But, like I said, I am grouchy...hence the negative.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better, since I'll have....ya know...reached another birthday alive and mostly sane-ish.