After entirely too much silence...
I'm done. I'm not sure just how I ended up finishing my last papers a week and a half after classes ended, but I'm done. The quality probably isn't the best, but after a certain point sleep doesn't seem to help, all food becomes tasteless, and I don't really care any longer. Done.
Actually, done this morning, after an unasked-for but entirely welcome extension. Which meant that I got a few hours to sleep before the final (short) essay. Not that I'm sure it helped much, but I'll take what I can get.
What's the saying? In grad school, there are really three grades: not good enough, good enough, and better than good enough. The third, of course, is purely optional.
So, it seems that I've made it. Next semester, I'll be taking two rather than three classes....and neither of the two will be classes notorious for their nasty workload and nastier exams. And, with any luck, my TAship will actually be 20 hours.
But the main thing is that I've made it, and that I still feel vaguely human afterward.
Christmas draws near, and I'll shortly be headed back to Salt Lake to see the family. But to hell with it---tomorrow, I'm going skiing. About time I had something resembling a weekend, even if it takes place on a Thursday.
Entirely off the subject, the latest of Kate Beaton's awesome comics led me to seek out Stan Rogers' First Christmas. I've long held that the best Christmas songs are the ones in minor key, but this threatens to disprove that line. Seriously, this is good. Fairytale of New York good, or better. And I'm still amazed that Stan managed to sing it without tears breaking his voice two-thirds of the way through.
Actually, done this morning, after an unasked-for but entirely welcome extension. Which meant that I got a few hours to sleep before the final (short) essay. Not that I'm sure it helped much, but I'll take what I can get.
What's the saying? In grad school, there are really three grades: not good enough, good enough, and better than good enough. The third, of course, is purely optional.
So, it seems that I've made it. Next semester, I'll be taking two rather than three classes....and neither of the two will be classes notorious for their nasty workload and nastier exams. And, with any luck, my TAship will actually be 20 hours.
But the main thing is that I've made it, and that I still feel vaguely human afterward.
Christmas draws near, and I'll shortly be headed back to Salt Lake to see the family. But to hell with it---tomorrow, I'm going skiing. About time I had something resembling a weekend, even if it takes place on a Thursday.
Entirely off the subject, the latest of Kate Beaton's awesome comics led me to seek out Stan Rogers' First Christmas. I've long held that the best Christmas songs are the ones in minor key, but this threatens to disprove that line. Seriously, this is good. Fairytale of New York good, or better. And I'm still amazed that Stan managed to sing it without tears breaking his voice two-thirds of the way through.