Some people might define crazy or reckless behavior as engaging in illegal or dangerous activities. In my world, reckless behavior is defined by my decision to go full-time again this quarter. Despite the fact that I have told everyone that I was going to cut back to part-time, I've changed my mind.
I've been experiencing small panic attacks centered around the length of time it will take me to finish, which means the length of time until I have a little more control in my job. Last quarter was admittedly the most painful of my long and illustrious academic career to date, but just like childbirth, the pain is vanishing in my memory and the pride of having completed it has taken over. I am a glutton for punishment.
I promise that I will try not to whine like a big baby every time I feel myself going under. Actually, I looked at the syllabus for the two courses I am enrolled in and they both look much more managable than either of my last two courses. Maybe I'm fooling myself, but I think it won't be too painful. Besides, always remember that I live in a constant state of competition, both with myself and anything that looks to be a good fight. Feel free to occasionally offer to take me out for drinks if I become too irrational. I got a lot of mileage out of a couple of Zombies and some good conversation.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Just Take Me Away Now
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6 comments:
We're here for you Ten! Even better, we've got an extra drink in our hands.
Hopefully I'll be in the same boat with you come September. I just applied last week.
Bubs, welcome aboard to the good ship Insanity! I think we need to meet at Tiki Terrace every Friday for study group.
I think Chris and Megan should come into town for another Chicago Blogger Convention.
Additionally, isn't insanity usually defined as repeating the same task but expecting different results?
I could be wrong. It's happened before.
Grant, so I should expect an A+ this time?
Blogger convention! Yeah!
God, I had to buy a mitt tonight for baseball. I feel so wrong.
As a former adult grad student, I feel your pain. And I didn't have kids.
Go ahead and whine about it. We need our satisfaction too!
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