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!!

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I find myself in an odd state.

This morning I woke up at 3am to work at 4am. I might also add that only a short time ago I was going to bed at  3am – my body is going through early morning shock, though frankly, 3am shouldn’t be called morning at all. What’s wrong with this picture?

Life is full of trade offs. By going to work early I get home in the morning with the whole day ahead of me, but of course going to bed at a decent enough time to get some sleep is proving difficult. This is not a job I can see myself doing for a very long time, though I really hate to give up the hefty Gap Inc. discount (50% off at Banana Republic? Swoon).

But honestly, from where I sit right now, summer is looking a little dismal – no trips planned, work 3 or 4 days a week. And while I live in the beautiful country, I haven’t been able to really enjoy it, due to the my friend, the allergies. I want to travel, to go away to someplace where there are no allergies, or at least get a health plan that covers Allegra, which has never gone generic, and insists on being over-priced.

I think I need cheering up.

 

It’s odd how the end of the job search can be so sudden and yet, at the same time, very anti-climactic. in After searching for a summer job since February, after attending several interviews which seemed very lovely but came to no success (I blame not being hired for summer camps because of all the teachers flooding the job market) I finally got a call: Someone wants me.

And mind you, this is not my dream job. This does not utilize my UC degree, nor my grad school-skills, and has no real place in my future. However, it will get me out the house while my father, returning from UCI for the summer, stays in my house. (Plus it will pay the bills for my new very fantastic cell phone. Yip!) But economic beggars can’t be choosers, it seems. Plus I get to play with clothes all day.

So I received the call that I was hired on May 23rd, and was told I would start on June 1st. Great, I thought. Just enough time to lay around being bored, I thought. HA! they said. Not so fast. Fast forward to Monday, when they call and say that I’m now going to have to come in June 9th and 11th instead. Honestly, by the time it takes to find a summer job, get hired, and go through paperwork and training, there is no more summer left!

(Though they don’t know I’m only planning to work the summer…it’s not like I’m going to jeopardize school and teaching for a little more than minimum wage.)

When you know you’re going to have to work soon, but not too soon, it first seems like freedom. Then, the freedom turns into something like anticipation, which turns to furrowed brows and yelling “Just start already!!”

Also, I think the weather has become aware that I recently acquired a watercraft that should be used in warm weather. How come finals week has an extreme heat wave, and summer is filled with wind and rain? Hmmmm?

Thus I have spent more time indoors, shopping indoors, and working out indoors. This is an odd thing; have you ever discovered some random muscle that is completely weak compared to the rest of your body? As in the machine on the lowest weight setting feels like you’re lifting an anvil? Just wondering…

To explain, no sum up, I re-watched The Princess Bride again last night. Oh, the awesomeness.  Following is a chart describing said awesomeness. That is all.

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