I feel like it’s been a very long time since I’ve written here, and guess what; it has been quite a bit.

I don’t know if I have ever felt, or been, for that matter, so busy in my life. I am seriously missing last year, formerly known as year one of grad school, where I had blissful days without school during the week. But this year, it’s Monday to Thursday with no gaps. Every moment I am either scheduled to be in a classroom somewhere, or I’m home, where I should be doing something related to said classroom. Basically, by the time the weekend is gone and Monday rolls around, the week is already flying away.

I can’t decide what the proverbial straw is exactly, but I do know that I am one seriously burn-out grad student (and not in the fun way). Maybe it’s the teaching, and having to think up things to fill 4 hours a week with that will magically improve my student’s writing. Maybe it’s the 4 classes, and all the studying that Latin in particular requires. Maybe it’s the 4am nights I keep pulling on myself.

On the bright side, I’ve given up some things (partially induced by my mom’s diagnosis of Celiac’s disease or gluten-freeness, partially by the annoyance of pinchy clothes) and the bit of weight that I have wanted to lose for years has finally started to flutter away…

But I’m still 85% overwhelmed most of the time.

The thoughts I had of applying to ph.D programs have been shelved, temporarily or not, due to the fact that the 6 years I’ve already (consecutively) spend in college is getting a little too much.

I need a break. A vacation. A new view.

A part of me also really wants to get out there (wherever there is, exactly) and get a job. The other part of me, however, is spooked by the lame California economy and the fact that I will have to start paying off the multiplicity of student loans I have thus far collected. Kind of makes you want to stay in college forever, doesn’t it….

But don’t get me wrong, it’s not books or reading I’m mad at.

Homework and essay-writing on the other hand, is not my best friend right now.

Why can’t I just pack up a little bag, hang it on a stick, and run away down the street?

The problem is, the adult in me knows exactly why I can’t.

Stink.

Ok, I’m done whining now. 😀

Tune in next time in a few months, when I’ll be whining about a new topic: My thesis!!