Trying to blow off a little steam here after a full day (6 1/2 hours) of class. Tuesdays are tough: office hours in the morning; then a seminar for 3 hours in the afternoon, then rush to Polish class for 3 1/2 hours. Then home, dinner, right to bed, and up for another seminar on Wednesday morning.
Not too smart in the scheduling department, am I? Right now I am, ahem, reproducing a certain audiotape to take on our trip to Boston, making lists, and trying to finish readings for tomorrow.
Boston, yes! We got last minute tix to fly in order to attend the wake and funeral for Peter Torigian, my long-time former boss. (See previous entry.)
I am already feeling that I am back on the out-of-control treadmill of too many classes, and that I never have time to really, fully read and reflect on what I'm working on, much less have an organized home life, work on my dissertation proposal, or write fellowship applications. That's the mistake I made last spring by taking four classes, having the advising job, and teaching a brand-new class for the first time. I swore then that if I made it through THAT, I would not replicate my errors. I DID make it through - but with that panic every day of not being prepared for what the day would hand me.
So, time to learn from the past. Isn't that what history is all about??
Posted by otto0114 at September 14, 2004 11:42 PMIt's a bit like childbirth, I think...how soon we forget the pain and agony. We're just left with the sense of accomplishing so much!
I believe I'm in that same boat with you...glad to know I'm not alone...:-)
Posted by: Summer in Portland at September 15, 2004 09:19 PM