i should just call it repetitive motion syndrome
my days are like that. point, click, repeat. tell kid to stop surfing myspace ( which is quickly becoming the bane of my TAing existance), go to school, get confused, go home, kill two hours or so, go to bed.
it's mentaly exhausting, and about as fun as dried peas, because it is a low-down, dirty grind. i hate grinds. they make me sleep deprived, vaugly pised off, and unwilling to be social in the slightest. just sleep, but every time i come home, my mom is here. so i wait for her to go to bed, mostly. so i can do something i don't have to explain, be beholden to anyone about, or othewise have to own up to.
don't get me wrong--i like being social, sometimes. i need the sort of job where you have to contribute, keep interacting. have a group of peers with a set goal, a set standard, and a desire to be as one with others. like glsen--i don't mind that, that's talking in front of complete strangers that will hopefully never see my ass again. so. TAing is okay for this--I just don't have any other TAs in the same class with me, so it gets kinda prison-esqe.
thinking like this produces nothing but lists, that run mantra-like through my head at all the wrong times.
it's mentaly exhausting, and about as fun as dried peas, because it is a low-down, dirty grind. i hate grinds. they make me sleep deprived, vaugly pised off, and unwilling to be social in the slightest. just sleep, but every time i come home, my mom is here. so i wait for her to go to bed, mostly. so i can do something i don't have to explain, be beholden to anyone about, or othewise have to own up to.
don't get me wrong--i like being social, sometimes. i need the sort of job where you have to contribute, keep interacting. have a group of peers with a set goal, a set standard, and a desire to be as one with others. like glsen--i don't mind that, that's talking in front of complete strangers that will hopefully never see my ass again. so. TAing is okay for this--I just don't have any other TAs in the same class with me, so it gets kinda prison-esqe.
thinking like this produces nothing but lists, that run mantra-like through my head at all the wrong times.