I honestly swear I've been trying REALLY hard to get everything done and make time for my hobbies... which at this point is showering, interneting, and sleeping... and I almost managed it.
The Past Week:For about 6 days straight, right up until wednesday every waking moment I was in the labs, working my butt off. I had a total of just a little over 20 hours of sleep for the entire week. It really sucked and I decided sleep would be good instead of rolling around on the internets, so thursday night and friday morning was for sleeping. I was so happy to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, it looked like the weekend wasn't going to be so bad, I could sleep more and work and do homework. Little did I know that killing myself for a week didn't amount to much...
Trip to the ER:This was sort of the reason I'm mega behind in classes... again. Last friday I was all pumped, ready to go to the labs so I could finish my work early and get some time to
sleep. However, my roommate said they were sick or something so I went out to run a few errands they wanted to do, just to keep an eye on them.
It was two hours out of my day, but hey, I had all of Friday that I wasn't working so it wasn't a big deal. Well... it became a big deal.
On the way back to our apartment my roommate was acting really really strange and within the course of five minutes was hysterical. They couldn't remember anything and they were really confused- and many many other distressing symptoms. So I ended up walking a few blocks to the nearest hospital (Thank goodness we live really close to one!) and waited to check them into the ER.
Of course friday nights are the nights where everyone and their brother ends up in the ER. After about 4-5 hours we got pulled back and 20 minutes after that we finally got a doctor. about 5 hours after that we got the diagnosis. It was a "simple" case of dehydration but because of the medication my roommate was on there was all these strange side effects.
After many more hours at the ER they'd gotten two liters of IV fluid and got discharged about 5 or 6 am. A few hours later I had work. Joy.
Saturday:So then I was at work for many many hours before returning to my apartment to change.. and then I had to leave again to watch this play for one of the other classes... thank goodness I didn't buy a ticket for friday, else I would have been screwed.
When I got done it was apparent saturday would be over in a few hours I decided to go to my apartment to eat and then head to the labs for more work... mega joy.
After about 3 am, I remembered on sunday morning (which was a mere 5 hours from then) I'd be training people at work and would need some sleep in order to function. So I slept for a few hours.
Sunday:Now, I managed to do fine at work, then went back to my apartment to work on screenwriting homework with some of my classmates, which was actually pretty helpful! Apparently the teacher's been writing nutty (and horrible) "critiques" (aka bashing every choice ever made for no reason other than to apparent hate everything) Having very little sleep, I decided to take a nap after they left. The nap turned into two hours of sleep. Opps. Oh, the joy joy joy.
So I went to the labs, I have two things due by noon tomorrow (today?) and I'm royally screwed.
Although I'm just not giving a flying possum at the moment and I'm just going to try to do as much as possible while I can. I'm going to be busy all Monday because with the fun developments I couldn't meet with my scene partner and that's what I'm going to be doing until my 7 pm class...
If I'm lucky about 10 pm tomorrow I can get out of class and sleep. If I'm lucky. If I'm not, that means I'm going to be pulling a second all nighter and mentally crying the entire time for want of sleep.
Need for Change [This is really just a rant because I feel a terrible need to rant and no one I wish to burden with this tangent]:I've been stressing myself the hell out about grades (and generally way too high expectations for myself) because I've been behind all term... and right now I just have to say, to hell with grades, I'm just trying to learn the material. I'm probably going to get the worst grades ever this quarter- I know I say that every term but it's nearly true every term... for the first time in my life I think I'm going to get straight Bs.
Yet, even with as hard as I've been working, I'm 90% miserable. I'm trying to plan out a better schedule for the next two weeks /with/ breaks and things... but I doubt it'll work out. Everything turns to ruin sometime.
It's about week 8 for me right now which means term will be over in about 3 weeks. Class will be over at the end of week 10, then week 11 will be finals... but the 2-3 before finals is finals hell, and the 2-3 weeks before midterms (so weeks 3-6) is midterm hell. Basically after week 2, everything is hard core until week 11, 2 months later. Quarter system sucks and it's really hellish, I'm not one to do well with no social life or free time for months at a time. In fact, I'm going mad.
One of my professors (my favorite professor in fact) told me he gets really bad when he doesn't have some free time for creative pursuits at least for a few hours each day. I'm really feeling him on that point. I'm tired of not sleeping very much and not doing anything creative- I'm tired of not eating as often as I should (read: 'bout once or twice a day... if lucky) and I'm tired of not doing laundry, or grocery shopping or just taking care of myself.
So I'm thinking of forgetting about my grades. In the short term, not taking care of myself to do homework and keep up with my job, works fine. It's an okay system for short term. But... that's every term. EVERY SINGLE TERM. I think by the end of college I will be in terrible shape both mentally and physically. I need sleep, I need to eat, I need to keep myself motivated and sane... If I didn't need college I think I'd just drop the hell out. I like learning but this place just kills my passion for just about everything, especially learning.
I used to love learning, it's my greatest strength- I've always been curious about the world. Now... i don't want to know. I have no desire to learn- because learning is now a chore. If I have to learn any new material, there will probably be an exam on it or somehow I'll be required to know it and apply it for some project so much the new skill will be a chore. Which doesn't make much sense but I just don't want to know anymore.
I have to keep reminding myself why I'm even here just about every week or so when I freak out. I'm really unhappy and things are only okay for a few days at a time.
Also I'm just writing this out for no reason other than to say- College sucks- I'm behind on dA stuff
again... and that life happens to suck for no apparent reason.
To anyone reading the ramblings of this madman- I'm sorry you read that, must have been so boring and hard to follow. Go you
DFTBA