the scream
edvard munch painted a very famous little number that accurately captures a welter of emotions. what it does not capture so accurately is the background. where that bridge thing is in the painting, there should be an office. with a computer. and a paper that has to be written and yet cannot be written due to problems in the head. it would help if the screamer were wearing a sign saying: graduatus studentus. the caption to this painting would be: during the last weeks.
see, i am that grad student, screaming and hairless [all the hair was pulled out earlier this month...]. i am the student who does *not* sleep in the night. whose eyes are bloodshot enough to prompt secretary mom to ask whether i had pink eye. i don't. but i also don't have sleep.
and over the next several hours [probably about 24 of them] i am going to record my travails in as scientific a manner as i can. for the future. for posterity's sake. for a warning to that undergraduate who feels as though more schooling is a worthwhile calling in life.
behold, the situation in which i find myself:
a 20 page paper due tomorrow, preferably about noonish. 1 page is written.
a chocolate cake of death to bake for wednesday's faculty lunch. ingredients are sitting on the counter.
a 4 page paper due wednesday night. novel has been read. paper topic has not crossed my mind.
a 15-27 page final exam due saturday morning. 0 pages of this have been writte. i do not have even the prompt yet.
a final of unspecified length due monday next, the prompt for which is: tell me what you've learned this semester.
a 10 page paper due wendesday next. a 4 page paper from earlier will be mutated in order to acheive this crowning glory.
so. the plan is such: tonight, i go home as usual. i feed the cats. i pack a space heater, flannel blanket, music collection, bag o' food and snacks, and every research book and notebook known to my apt. i load up a car. i drive to school and park close. i hole up in my IT office and suffer late into the night. i continue suffering into the wee hours. and onward into the no-so-wee hours. i move my car and bus back to the building. i brush my teeth. i suffer some more, now into the no-longer-wee hours. i go to class. with any amount of luck, no small amount of prayer, and quite a lot of [hopefully] successful suffering, i turn in my paper.
at this point, i go home, eat a good meal, shower, and sleep to 8. then i get up and write into the wee hours on the next paper. i turn it in and begin work on the final #1. it continues.
for the sake of the science behind this, i hope to break periodically in this suffering to blog my progress or woeful lack thereof. wish me luck. keep me in your prayers. and call me late into the night to be sure i'm up, if you are so inclined and have my cell number.
love and peace, and let the suffering begin with the last lecture of the semester!
see, i am that grad student, screaming and hairless [all the hair was pulled out earlier this month...]. i am the student who does *not* sleep in the night. whose eyes are bloodshot enough to prompt secretary mom to ask whether i had pink eye. i don't. but i also don't have sleep.
and over the next several hours [probably about 24 of them] i am going to record my travails in as scientific a manner as i can. for the future. for posterity's sake. for a warning to that undergraduate who feels as though more schooling is a worthwhile calling in life.
behold, the situation in which i find myself:
a 20 page paper due tomorrow, preferably about noonish. 1 page is written.
a chocolate cake of death to bake for wednesday's faculty lunch. ingredients are sitting on the counter.
a 4 page paper due wednesday night. novel has been read. paper topic has not crossed my mind.
a 15-27 page final exam due saturday morning. 0 pages of this have been writte. i do not have even the prompt yet.
a final of unspecified length due monday next, the prompt for which is: tell me what you've learned this semester.
a 10 page paper due wendesday next. a 4 page paper from earlier will be mutated in order to acheive this crowning glory.
so. the plan is such: tonight, i go home as usual. i feed the cats. i pack a space heater, flannel blanket, music collection, bag o' food and snacks, and every research book and notebook known to my apt. i load up a car. i drive to school and park close. i hole up in my IT office and suffer late into the night. i continue suffering into the wee hours. and onward into the no-so-wee hours. i move my car and bus back to the building. i brush my teeth. i suffer some more, now into the no-longer-wee hours. i go to class. with any amount of luck, no small amount of prayer, and quite a lot of [hopefully] successful suffering, i turn in my paper.
at this point, i go home, eat a good meal, shower, and sleep to 8. then i get up and write into the wee hours on the next paper. i turn it in and begin work on the final #1. it continues.
for the sake of the science behind this, i hope to break periodically in this suffering to blog my progress or woeful lack thereof. wish me luck. keep me in your prayers. and call me late into the night to be sure i'm up, if you are so inclined and have my cell number.
love and peace, and let the suffering begin with the last lecture of the semester!
posted by Rehkmira @ 15:06
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