All work and no play drives Torquill INSANE
I'm not quite caught up on LJ, but I had to stop, because I'm getting too depressed and frustrated reading it.
Posts about people going to social events, having dinner with friends, seeing movies, reading books, working on hobbies... goddammit I want to have a life again.
Even just reading LJ has to be quick because I have a late homework assignment (due this morning), another hundred pages of history reading (behind on that too), and a journal article to hack out an analysis on... plus I have to research the project list of the plant path professors and email them requests for lab tours/introductions before my app hits the department's table. And that's just the stuff for school; I have a bunch of deferred tasks under the "Life" category that are waiting too. And that's before I can feel comfortable relaxing for a bit of recreation.
I used to have enough time to read a fiction book. Or see a movie. Or, y'know, do laundry. I used to be able to pretend I could have a social life.
I hate this fucking unpaid job indentured labor academic year.
This post is turning out rather more bitter than I intended, but honest to god, I'm hesitating at going to my (local) friend's friggin' birthday party because I have no time. If I've managed to clear away my homework (like that happens) I'm trying to grab at a few moments of precious freedom to try to preserve my remaining sanity.
It doesn't help that the history reading is a great example of why people tend to dislike the subject; most history profs can't write worth dick. Dry? Not really -- just disorganized, has trouble finding his point and making it, tends to put the cart before the horse (don't define a term thirty pages after you first used it, please), and enamored of polysyllabic and technical words. Good thing my TA was willing to explain what positivism is.
Not relaxing, not restful, and robbing me of the time I could use to read a real book.
I guess I'm done now. As you were.
Posts about people going to social events, having dinner with friends, seeing movies, reading books, working on hobbies... goddammit I want to have a life again.
Even just reading LJ has to be quick because I have a late homework assignment (due this morning), another hundred pages of history reading (behind on that too), and a journal article to hack out an analysis on... plus I have to research the project list of the plant path professors and email them requests for lab tours/introductions before my app hits the department's table. And that's just the stuff for school; I have a bunch of deferred tasks under the "Life" category that are waiting too. And that's before I can feel comfortable relaxing for a bit of recreation.
I used to have enough time to read a fiction book. Or see a movie. Or, y'know, do laundry. I used to be able to pretend I could have a social life.
I hate this fucking unpaid job indentured labor academic year.
This post is turning out rather more bitter than I intended, but honest to god, I'm hesitating at going to my (local) friend's friggin' birthday party because I have no time. If I've managed to clear away my homework (like that happens) I'm trying to grab at a few moments of precious freedom to try to preserve my remaining sanity.
It doesn't help that the history reading is a great example of why people tend to dislike the subject; most history profs can't write worth dick. Dry? Not really -- just disorganized, has trouble finding his point and making it, tends to put the cart before the horse (don't define a term thirty pages after you first used it, please), and enamored of polysyllabic and technical words. Good thing my TA was willing to explain what positivism is.
Not relaxing, not restful, and robbing me of the time I could use to read a real book.
I guess I'm done now. As you were.