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Day in the life
Jan. 7th, 2011 10:48 amIt occurred to me that perhaps I should be writing more in my journal.
It is now seven days into the year, and only now did I think to myself "hmm, goals? *heavy sigh* if I muuuust"
My goals for the year:
1. don't fail out of grad school
2. write more entries
3. finish project x before I move
4. don't die
*steps back* *admires* Yup, them's some good goalin'.
I had bronchitis this week, called in sick for three days, and I feel sort of bad about that last day, because at that point, it was more about the (really, truly) uncomfortable cramps than all the coughing.
What's interesting is that, despite the fact that I feel like I stuffed my face way too much, I lost four pounds in four days. ALL I have done, in the past week, is eat and sleep, wake up, pee, eat, and then sleep some more. I would've thought that I would gain four pounds after that.
It was pretty nice, I will admit. But now it's back to the grindstone.
I finally have the syllabi for both classes I am going to be taking this semester, and oh holy shit, I think I'm going to die. In the past, I heard about such classes, but never before have I ever taken a class where literally half my grade is the midterm, and the other half is the final. The other class is completely nuts too, but in a different way. I'm vaguely considering moving home early, because fuck money, I need to GRADUATE, and I really don't think I can do full time work with these classes. What I think I am is FUCKED.
So I requested vacation time before the two Tests of Death, and I requested a full week off for the other class's Paper of Killing and Doom (which is also, did I mention, HALF MY GRADE, OH GOD *breaks down and cries*), and a few days off scattered here and there, during which I will hopefully catch up on some of the reading.
It is now seven days into the year, and only now did I think to myself "hmm, goals? *heavy sigh* if I muuuust"
My goals for the year:
1. don't fail out of grad school
2. write more entries
3. finish project x before I move
4. don't die
*steps back* *admires* Yup, them's some good goalin'.
I had bronchitis this week, called in sick for three days, and I feel sort of bad about that last day, because at that point, it was more about the (really, truly) uncomfortable cramps than all the coughing.
What's interesting is that, despite the fact that I feel like I stuffed my face way too much, I lost four pounds in four days. ALL I have done, in the past week, is eat and sleep, wake up, pee, eat, and then sleep some more. I would've thought that I would gain four pounds after that.
It was pretty nice, I will admit. But now it's back to the grindstone.
I finally have the syllabi for both classes I am going to be taking this semester, and oh holy shit, I think I'm going to die. In the past, I heard about such classes, but never before have I ever taken a class where literally half my grade is the midterm, and the other half is the final. The other class is completely nuts too, but in a different way. I'm vaguely considering moving home early, because fuck money, I need to GRADUATE, and I really don't think I can do full time work with these classes. What I think I am is FUCKED.
So I requested vacation time before the two Tests of Death, and I requested a full week off for the other class's Paper of Killing and Doom (which is also, did I mention, HALF MY GRADE, OH GOD *breaks down and cries*), and a few days off scattered here and there, during which I will hopefully catch up on some of the reading.
