so, anyway. hysterics.
Sep. 19th, 2011 11:15 amChances my Greek professor will actually give me a heart attack: HIGH. She looms, she breathes heavily, she corrects you every two seconds, she will start the lesson when not everyone has finished the quiz, she's not actually that good at explaining, and I end the class in a higher state of anxiety than I was in when we started. (Also, the room is set up seminar style, and I'm sitting right next to her, so that doesn't help.)
My anxiety level goes up about a million percent when I wake up on Monday mornings, builds to a fever-pitch around Tuesday or Wednesday, and starts slowly descending on Fridays, depending how many quizzes I have. I expect to be in a state of complete and utter hysterics tomorrow because of my public service orientation, and meanwhile I'm seriously wondering if meeting with Dr. K is even worth it considering that he really does not think that I (a) carry about classics or (b) am going to get into graduate school since (c) I end up depressed and hysterical after every meeting with him. On the other hand, if I stop e-mailing him, then he really will think that I don't care about classics.
This past weekend my internal schedule/rhythm was so off that I didn't read anything for fun on Saturday or Sunday, and I only read forty pages for class, which means that I'm already behind for the week because I didn't get enough done over the weekend. (Yeah, I'm still keeping that Excel spreadsheet that tells me how much I've read and when and for what.)
My anxiety level goes up about a million percent when I wake up on Monday mornings, builds to a fever-pitch around Tuesday or Wednesday, and starts slowly descending on Fridays, depending how many quizzes I have. I expect to be in a state of complete and utter hysterics tomorrow because of my public service orientation, and meanwhile I'm seriously wondering if meeting with Dr. K is even worth it considering that he really does not think that I (a) carry about classics or (b) am going to get into graduate school since (c) I end up depressed and hysterical after every meeting with him. On the other hand, if I stop e-mailing him, then he really will think that I don't care about classics.
This past weekend my internal schedule/rhythm was so off that I didn't read anything for fun on Saturday or Sunday, and I only read forty pages for class, which means that I'm already behind for the week because I didn't get enough done over the weekend. (Yeah, I'm still keeping that Excel spreadsheet that tells me how much I've read and when and for what.)