Conference from Hell
Meaning, of course, that I'm spending the next two and a half days at our graduate student-run Dante conference (10am-11pm Friday, 9am-6:15pm Saturday, 9am-noon Sunday) listening to thirtyish graduate students from around the world blather about Dante. Let me tell you how excited I am... oh, that's right, I'm not excited. Ugh. But, you know, since I've already had to go to three two-hour "mini-seminars" this week on top of regular classwork and writing a short paper, it's all good. We all kind of figure that they're breaking our spirit in order that we will feel like we can handle anything after this. In actuality, it's just a massive bureaucratic scheduling fail. Le sigh. I'll survive, and then it will be done, and then I shall be happy again.
I'm not actually unhappy now, just tired of having to do things I don't care about. Wasn't grad school supposed to be that time of life when you finally got to focus on the things you're really interested in? Or something. Whatever. I'm meeting with my favorite professor (the one who will probably be my dissertation advisor) next week to discuss both my paper thoughts and life in general questions that I have, so hopefully that will make me feel better about the world.
And there's always my birthday thing on Saturday night. That's keeping me going right now. Chicken wings and Settlers of Catan to look forward to. Thank goodness. I need a little glimpse to Paradise if I'm going to survive the Inferno.
I'm not actually unhappy now, just tired of having to do things I don't care about. Wasn't grad school supposed to be that time of life when you finally got to focus on the things you're really interested in? Or something. Whatever. I'm meeting with my favorite professor (the one who will probably be my dissertation advisor) next week to discuss both my paper thoughts and life in general questions that I have, so hopefully that will make me feel better about the world.
And there's always my birthday thing on Saturday night. That's keeping me going right now. Chicken wings and Settlers of Catan to look forward to. Thank goodness. I need a little glimpse to Paradise if I'm going to survive the Inferno.