To go home or not to go home?
So I have a three-hour class break and I really want to go home, get some lunch, fold my laundry, take a nap. Sounds very appealing, no? Especially since I had so much trouble falling asleep last night.
But. I have so much to do, darling. I have to write a three-page proposal for my research project in the Responsible Presidency class, plus set up four interviews with people I don't have any personal connection with but can nonetheless get to sit down for an hour-long, compensation-free, in-person recorded interview. With a specific list of characteristics, such as being between 40 and 59 and an independent and I don't remember what else. Argh. All of this by 9:30 tomorrow morning. Plus another fifteen pages or so of reading for Volcanology, trying to keep up with reading the New York Times daily, readings for RP and field methods, and finish labs for IgMetPet and field methods.
I'm nearly done with the field methods one, but I need microscope time for the IgMetPet one, and that lab is in near-constant use. Argh. I hate optics and unclear instructions, I probably could have finished or at least gotten a lot farther in the lab if I'd realized we were just supposed to use the interference figure to check whether it was positive or negative - the instructions seemed to suggest that we were supposed to figure it out from other stuff, which my TA only corrected (despite me and the woman next to me asking tons of questions) as we had to pack up and leave the lab. Gah. For some reason I find that female TAs are rarely as well-prepared or as helpful as male ones - no idea why, and it's freaking depressing as a comment on gender differences. Although not all of my male TAs have been good either, not even close. Maybe I've just been unlucky. At least all of mine speak clear English this semester, in the past I've had to communicate solely by email when I couldn't understand them or them me in person.
It is so stupid to already be feeling the urge to skip classes - I haven't, of course, but it's only the second week of classes - the first day of the second week. And this is going to be a difficult semester, too. I really can't afford to miss anything, even as much as you ever can.
Oh, well, I will stop whining now. Love you, hon.
But. I have so much to do, darling. I have to write a three-page proposal for my research project in the Responsible Presidency class, plus set up four interviews with people I don't have any personal connection with but can nonetheless get to sit down for an hour-long, compensation-free, in-person recorded interview. With a specific list of characteristics, such as being between 40 and 59 and an independent and I don't remember what else. Argh. All of this by 9:30 tomorrow morning. Plus another fifteen pages or so of reading for Volcanology, trying to keep up with reading the New York Times daily, readings for RP and field methods, and finish labs for IgMetPet and field methods.
I'm nearly done with the field methods one, but I need microscope time for the IgMetPet one, and that lab is in near-constant use. Argh. I hate optics and unclear instructions, I probably could have finished or at least gotten a lot farther in the lab if I'd realized we were just supposed to use the interference figure to check whether it was positive or negative - the instructions seemed to suggest that we were supposed to figure it out from other stuff, which my TA only corrected (despite me and the woman next to me asking tons of questions) as we had to pack up and leave the lab. Gah. For some reason I find that female TAs are rarely as well-prepared or as helpful as male ones - no idea why, and it's freaking depressing as a comment on gender differences. Although not all of my male TAs have been good either, not even close. Maybe I've just been unlucky. At least all of mine speak clear English this semester, in the past I've had to communicate solely by email when I couldn't understand them or them me in person.
It is so stupid to already be feeling the urge to skip classes - I haven't, of course, but it's only the second week of classes - the first day of the second week. And this is going to be a difficult semester, too. I really can't afford to miss anything, even as much as you ever can.
Oh, well, I will stop whining now. Love you, hon.