Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Completely Overwhelmed

Graduate school is complete hell. I love the classes and the conversations, but the workload is terrible. It may be the three part-time jobs, 10 hours of graduate class work including co-teaching a section of freshman composition, PhD application process or the fact that my body needs sleep to function. I'm pretty sure it's that last one.

I feel like I'm in a rickety old Radio Flyer and I'm plummeting down the steepest hill in town. No brakes, just aim for something soft to hit. Why do I torture myself like this?