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I'm now on page 18. That's right: I squeezed out only three pages today. I had to re-read a bunch of research before I wrote and figure out exactly what I was trying to say, and then I had to go to work. I'm still not sure if I am really saying the right things, and I am starting to feel befuddled and like I am reverting back into the land of knowing nothing about metadata. It's an interesting phenomenon, the way you can slide in and out of total confidence about a subject on one extreme and total confusion and downward spiral on the other. I can't even begin to proofread. I have prepared Easy Mac for my eleven o'clock dinner, and I have a nasty canker sore in my mouth preventing me from eating it. Mmmm delicious.
This week has made me start to question what exactly I am doing with life. I can't get a job in the field for which I am paying thousands of dollars to learn. Meanwhile, I work part time in a mind-numbing environment, I don't make a living wage, and I have spent the bulk of every day this week doing endless school work. When I get finished, there will be more waiting for me. Sarah, you are doing things correctly. Tell your dad never to harass you about grad school again. Then, get me a job with you.
I am going to go watch TV and moan. Ehhhhhh. Ehhhhhhhhhhh. Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
This week has made me start to question what exactly I am doing with life. I can't get a job in the field for which I am paying thousands of dollars to learn. Meanwhile, I work part time in a mind-numbing environment, I don't make a living wage, and I have spent the bulk of every day this week doing endless school work. When I get finished, there will be more waiting for me. Sarah, you are doing things correctly. Tell your dad never to harass you about grad school again. Then, get me a job with you.
I am going to go watch TV and moan. Ehhhhhh. Ehhhhhhhhhhh. Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.