Well today was much less productive then it should have been, but I'm not gonna worry about it. I chaired a meeting, had a heart echo, read a ton, and taught an english lesson. I also was a shoulder to cry on for 2 people - it's a shoulder that's pretty low to the ground, but enough people seem to think it has good support.
I am apparently not the only one going slightly insane about grad school. I had a teary-eyed dude from religious studies this morning and an over-worked fellow CompLit girl this afternoon. Oh, and a Slavic studies chick last night. Now she had a reason to be upset. But the CompLit girl - man she works 30 hours a week at her job, and is trying to make the first real relationship of her life (she's 40) work while she's going to school and it's getting rough. We first year MA students are also, as I mentioned, taking it up the ass (in a bad, overly rough way) from the backstabbing, uptight higher ups. If something isn't done, we're going to be dropping off like flies.
However I just got a 93 on my Directed Reading proposal, so all is now right with the world again.
My pal Devon and I have come up with a plan to take over the world. We're going to get first year MA students together for socialising stuff - from all departments just the pals we have and we're going to be stronger and shut out those stupid highly pretentious twerps in the higher echelon. Solidarity amoung the lower classes, Marxism prevails :)
Anyhoo... off to play with my country. But I wanted to say thanks to all those who reached out in my time of need. You guys are the reason I'm not walking around crying like the rest of my kind. Well, that and the fact that my rep as tough Italian chick would just go down the tubes and then the wolves would be after me. Seriously though folks, you are vunderbar. Highness, I really can't thank you enough for that damn pic on your blog. I'm going to print it out and carry it in my wallet. Happy Thoughts.
And I have my belly dancing to keep me sane. I'm going to start taking the Monday class next week and double up on lessons as the performance is approaching.
Dec 6: the belly shakes.
I am apparently not the only one going slightly insane about grad school. I had a teary-eyed dude from religious studies this morning and an over-worked fellow CompLit girl this afternoon. Oh, and a Slavic studies chick last night. Now she had a reason to be upset. But the CompLit girl - man she works 30 hours a week at her job, and is trying to make the first real relationship of her life (she's 40) work while she's going to school and it's getting rough. We first year MA students are also, as I mentioned, taking it up the ass (in a bad, overly rough way) from the backstabbing, uptight higher ups. If something isn't done, we're going to be dropping off like flies.
However I just got a 93 on my Directed Reading proposal, so all is now right with the world again.
My pal Devon and I have come up with a plan to take over the world. We're going to get first year MA students together for socialising stuff - from all departments just the pals we have and we're going to be stronger and shut out those stupid highly pretentious twerps in the higher echelon. Solidarity amoung the lower classes, Marxism prevails :)
Anyhoo... off to play with my country. But I wanted to say thanks to all those who reached out in my time of need. You guys are the reason I'm not walking around crying like the rest of my kind. Well, that and the fact that my rep as tough Italian chick would just go down the tubes and then the wolves would be after me. Seriously though folks, you are vunderbar. Highness, I really can't thank you enough for that damn pic on your blog. I'm going to print it out and carry it in my wallet. Happy Thoughts.
And I have my belly dancing to keep me sane. I'm going to start taking the Monday class next week and double up on lessons as the performance is approaching.
Dec 6: the belly shakes.
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