Weeks don't end
Hitting burnout midway through the first semester is a bad sign, no?
The thing I hated about my history degree studies was the incredible amount of time it took, encroaching on my work and home life, reading book after book, writing papers all hours, researching and studying at the library on weekends. My wife had a ghost of a husband.
But that was only one or two classes per semester, once a week. Here I've got four classes, each with their own reading and homework requirements, the bulk of which are due on Monday and Wednesday. I had two things due today and have four things due Wednesday, plus I had a take-home midterm Friday, which was 10 essay questions that took me over 6 hours. I was in the AFIT computer lab Saturday night until 1, and last night until midnight finishing one of Wednesday's projects. It's 12:34 right now, having just quit on Qualitative Decision Making homework because I just don't get it. Need to ask someone for help tomorrow (later today, that is). Which means the time I was going to spend doing the other two assignments will be extended while I figure this out.
Two of our professors have realized they're behind schedule, so they're going to start giving take-home quizzes instead of doing them in class. More time lost.
To top it off, I've been getting fair-to-poor grades on most of my quizzes up to this point, leaving little hope for glory at the end of this thing. If I had any desire to know any of this stuff, it would help; I enjoyed my history classes immensely. I am a master procrastinator, but I read everything, do all the work, prepare my best. I just do not have a business economics spreadsheet statistics corporate policy IT mindset. Apparently, I should be left-handed, with this right-brain emphasis of mine.
I would feel worse if my family and animals were here being ignored, but their absence is a different kind of distraction.
The thing I loved about my 11 months at the Pentagon was that I worked zero weekends, and brought work home maybe twice. I went to bed at about the same time I used to when I was 10. There was a separation of work and home. Now, mornings, afternoons, late nights, weekends, it's all about what's due; what's next. But I didn't have a choice. Ultimately, this degree will open doors and benefit my career and my family. I had to come. I've tried to excel. It's hard realizing that I'm not going to.
The thing I hated about my history degree studies was the incredible amount of time it took, encroaching on my work and home life, reading book after book, writing papers all hours, researching and studying at the library on weekends. My wife had a ghost of a husband.
But that was only one or two classes per semester, once a week. Here I've got four classes, each with their own reading and homework requirements, the bulk of which are due on Monday and Wednesday. I had two things due today and have four things due Wednesday, plus I had a take-home midterm Friday, which was 10 essay questions that took me over 6 hours. I was in the AFIT computer lab Saturday night until 1, and last night until midnight finishing one of Wednesday's projects. It's 12:34 right now, having just quit on Qualitative Decision Making homework because I just don't get it. Need to ask someone for help tomorrow (later today, that is). Which means the time I was going to spend doing the other two assignments will be extended while I figure this out.
Two of our professors have realized they're behind schedule, so they're going to start giving take-home quizzes instead of doing them in class. More time lost.
To top it off, I've been getting fair-to-poor grades on most of my quizzes up to this point, leaving little hope for glory at the end of this thing. If I had any desire to know any of this stuff, it would help; I enjoyed my history classes immensely. I am a master procrastinator, but I read everything, do all the work, prepare my best. I just do not have a business economics spreadsheet statistics corporate policy IT mindset. Apparently, I should be left-handed, with this right-brain emphasis of mine.
I would feel worse if my family and animals were here being ignored, but their absence is a different kind of distraction.
The thing I loved about my 11 months at the Pentagon was that I worked zero weekends, and brought work home maybe twice. I went to bed at about the same time I used to when I was 10. There was a separation of work and home. Now, mornings, afternoons, late nights, weekends, it's all about what's due; what's next. But I didn't have a choice. Ultimately, this degree will open doors and benefit my career and my family. I had to come. I've tried to excel. It's hard realizing that I'm not going to.
posted by Dan at 11:29 PM
4 Comments:
If you can't Excel, maybe you could Word or Powerpoint?
borHA! Oh! The milk coming out my nostrils!
Not a big fan of other people.
Two-thirds of you are just beautiful people.
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