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That's it. I'm burnt out. I came into this semester with a totally positive attitude and unbridled energy but I'm just burnt out. I totally have no right to be feeling this way too. Tons of ppls at school balance school w/jobs and other stuff and still do fine. I don't have a job and I hardly do other stuff simply because I'm working so hard on homework or carrying out my dad's obsessive compulsive whimsical chores.
Maybe it's my class line up. Dear god, I hope it's my class line up. I really feel kinda helpless and angry with myself because I'm having a hard time keeping up with the homework and demands of this semester. Yes it's the classes. It must be. Every Monday and Wednesday I'm met with an onslaught of Italian then French then Math then Philosophy all without a break in between. This may not sound like much to those who haven't experienced these classes, but they really are that much. In Italian I don't know what the hell is going on because it's my first year in it so I have to pay extra attention to it. Then I'm in Advanced Conversational French AND my teacher's Joey so not only do all of my senses have to be alert, and my mind at like 'maximum sharpness', but I have to compete with Joey's naturally eccentric personality. Because if I can't keep up with that and show undying energy and enthusiasm in his class, he gives me a bad grade. Next comes math. Me and math have a problem. End of story. THEN philosophy. Ryan is an awesome teacher and all, and I truly enjoy his classes, but he is a VERY demanding teacher. Essays at the beginning of every class. No exception. Then, after the essays are done (always on the previous night's reading) basically a socratic seminar-style class begins. At this point, the majority of my energy and enthusiasm have left me and am reluctant to give anymore of it up. But Ryan's a good teacher, so I'm forced to oblige.
Lunch is a welcome break, but all too short. Then comes the afternoon classes. Thank GOD that I picked easy ones because my resolve is near gone by then.
Go home, do hw, use what little time I have left to practice piano, then sleep. Repeat process. It gets a little repetitive.
Maybe it's my class line up. Dear god, I hope it's my class line up. I really feel kinda helpless and angry with myself because I'm having a hard time keeping up with the homework and demands of this semester. Yes it's the classes. It must be. Every Monday and Wednesday I'm met with an onslaught of Italian then French then Math then Philosophy all without a break in between. This may not sound like much to those who haven't experienced these classes, but they really are that much. In Italian I don't know what the hell is going on because it's my first year in it so I have to pay extra attention to it. Then I'm in Advanced Conversational French AND my teacher's Joey so not only do all of my senses have to be alert, and my mind at like 'maximum sharpness', but I have to compete with Joey's naturally eccentric personality. Because if I can't keep up with that and show undying energy and enthusiasm in his class, he gives me a bad grade. Next comes math. Me and math have a problem. End of story. THEN philosophy. Ryan is an awesome teacher and all, and I truly enjoy his classes, but he is a VERY demanding teacher. Essays at the beginning of every class. No exception. Then, after the essays are done (always on the previous night's reading) basically a socratic seminar-style class begins. At this point, the majority of my energy and enthusiasm have left me and am reluctant to give anymore of it up. But Ryan's a good teacher, so I'm forced to oblige.
Lunch is a welcome break, but all too short. Then comes the afternoon classes. Thank GOD that I picked easy ones because my resolve is near gone by then.
Go home, do hw, use what little time I have left to practice piano, then sleep. Repeat process. It gets a little repetitive.