I will not have a nervous breakdown.
If this semester doesn't kill me, nothing will.
My professors assign more reading than any person could reasonably read in one week. Between the two classes it is probably about the equivalent of three (text) books per week. Then each class has one paper due each week. One class has five research projects (!) the other class has three formal essays. Then each class has a final paper.
All of the Women's and Gender Studies MA students are supposed to have their committee members picked out, their research proposals written out and their plans for the next two quarters all figured out by the beginning of November.
And as if that wasn't enough I am still trying to get my 20 hours a week in at Starbucks and I just started my new job at North Lawndale High School. I LOVE that job but it takes a lot of time and energy to organize all of my terrified interns and to wrangle 65 very excited teenagers. Sheesh.
Most of the everyday life stuff has had to fall to the wayside. Haven't done laundry in weeks. Just yesterday I finally got new cat litter; I won't even tell you how long its been since thats been changed. New bike needs some maintenance that I haven't had time to get to. I have pretty much sabotaged all attempts at relationships I have made in the past two months. Now is just not the time.
Every time I start to think about next year I have a major anxiety attack. I have no idea where I'll live or with whom. I should be applying for jobs right now if I want to teach next year. I'd like to stay in Chicago but it might not be financially possible, especially if I don't get a decent job. Starbucks is fun but it doesn't pay the bills.
My professors assign more reading than any person could reasonably read in one week. Between the two classes it is probably about the equivalent of three (text) books per week. Then each class has one paper due each week. One class has five research projects (!) the other class has three formal essays. Then each class has a final paper.
All of the Women's and Gender Studies MA students are supposed to have their committee members picked out, their research proposals written out and their plans for the next two quarters all figured out by the beginning of November.
And as if that wasn't enough I am still trying to get my 20 hours a week in at Starbucks and I just started my new job at North Lawndale High School. I LOVE that job but it takes a lot of time and energy to organize all of my terrified interns and to wrangle 65 very excited teenagers. Sheesh.
Most of the everyday life stuff has had to fall to the wayside. Haven't done laundry in weeks. Just yesterday I finally got new cat litter; I won't even tell you how long its been since thats been changed. New bike needs some maintenance that I haven't had time to get to. I have pretty much sabotaged all attempts at relationships I have made in the past two months. Now is just not the time.
Every time I start to think about next year I have a major anxiety attack. I have no idea where I'll live or with whom. I should be applying for jobs right now if I want to teach next year. I'd like to stay in Chicago but it might not be financially possible, especially if I don't get a decent job. Starbucks is fun but it doesn't pay the bills.