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Sep. 22nd, 2018 02:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardThis week has been really rough, school-wise -- I've never been knocked out like this from just classwork before, usually if I'm wiped this way it's because of term papers or exams or a thesis.
Monday:
9:00 - get up (note I usually run an hour later), did I feed myself? I think I ate one banana
10:00 - leave house
10:30-11:30 - meeting with professor
11:30-12:45 - leading discussion session for class I'm TAing
1:00-4:20 - class (which is only supposed to go 4), includes a presentation and the horrifying realization that I hadn't done 90% of the reading because it was on a page turn in the syllabus
4:20-6:00 - grocery shopping with S
6:00-8:00 - walk to the Square, dinner (BECAUSE I HADN'T EATEN ALL DAY) while reading about capitalism and writing a 500-word reaction, walk home
8:00-10:00 - Greek
10:00-3:00 - a blissful nothing, except that "nothing" somehow did not include "going to bed at a reasonable hour"
you may note that there is only one meal on that day.
Tuesday:
12 noon - crawl out of bed
12:00-2:00 - slowly attempt to crawl towards coherency via application of caffeine and food
2:00-3:15 - frantic reading for next class
3:15-3:45 - running around house getting ready to leave
3:45 - leave house
4:15-7:15 - class (exhausting, includes The Asshole)
8:00 - stagger home, feed self
9:00-10:30 - Greek
10:30-2:00 am - I have literally no idea what I did except I wasn't sleeping, wasn't writing, and wasn't watching Star Wars
Wednesday:
9:30 - alarm goes off
10:00 - crawl out of bed
10:00-10:20 - shower because I didn't shower the previous night
10:20-10:45 - eat a quarter of an apple, make tea to take to class
10:45 - leave house
11:30-12:45 - class
12:45-1:30 - stagger to Starbucks to acquire something resembling food (slice of pumpkin bread)
1:30-2:00 - meeting with professor
2:00-4:20 - Greek reading group-slash-directed reading (I'm doing it for credit, others are not)
4:20-5:00 - print out a dozen student papers at the library
5:00-6:30 - stagger home, stopping at the grocery store on the way
7:00 - food? maybe? I can't remember
I've only got class every other week on Thursdays and fortunately this week wasn't one of them, because I was wiped out on Thursday. I got the papers graded and that was it. No Greek, no reading. I got a package to the post office, did laundry (which I still haven't folded), and cooked, which are all very low brainpower things because I'm not sure I had a single brain cell working.
Today was -- slightly better. I had to go up to campus for the medieval studies roundtable -- the thing about being a night owl and very decidedly not a morning session is that anything before noon is always going to be only an hour after I wake up (well, an hour and a half because I do try to budget for travel time to campus), no matter if it's noon or 8 am. Which I think of as normal because that's how I function, but I admit it to people and they look at me like (a) I'm incredibly lazy and (b) I've lost my mind. So that happened today. I got my readings for next week started (I've got about 700 pages assigned, realistically I'm only going to read about 200-300 of them so I'd better figure out which 300 it's going to be), worked on my syllabus for the class I might be teaching next semester, and still haven't messaged back the guy I'm trying to commission Sabine armor from.
As I recall I spent all of Sunday working, too -- about 4 pm to 10 pm. Under normal circumstances I never try to do more than 45 minutes at a time, since then my brain gives out on me and I'm useless for a few hours. I feel like I've spent the past two days recovering from the first three days of the week and then I have to do it all again this week, minus the discussion session and presentation but plus the Thursday class (Intro to Teaching, so I have to have my syllabus done so that my cohort can workshop it).
I know it's a time management issue, but I need so much recovery time from something like this that it means it's an unending cycle. And Greek just eats so much of my brain; if it wasn't for having to do Greek it wouldn't be as bad. (And what really doesn't help is that I don't care about any of this term's classes, so it's just suffering through coursework. Oh, have I mentioned my department's PhD requirements are changing and my cohort's caught in the middle so I'm not sure what the actual requirements are? Fun.)
I really wanted to be able to knock my "stop working now" time back from 10 pm to 8 pm, but it hasn't been possible, not with two 4-7 classes (my pedagogy class is also a 4-7) or the night owl issue. I really, truly need a decompression day where I don't have to do ANYTHING school related, but I don't think having one is actually smart. Except I can't function without one. My stress/overwork symptoms manifest as cold symptoms, so I'm also either coming down with a cold or just really stressed. And I've got a caucus get-together Sunday, which means that I'm losing most of my typical work time on Sunday. *screaming* (I'm also honestly so over-stimulated I don't know if I can bear the socialization, either, but I can't bow out unless I actually have made myself sick.)
I've been too tired to write or watch Star Wars, both of which are really upsetting to me. But I still can't go to bed at a normal fucking hour? It's 3 am.
Monday:
9:00 - get up (note I usually run an hour later), did I feed myself? I think I ate one banana
10:00 - leave house
10:30-11:30 - meeting with professor
11:30-12:45 - leading discussion session for class I'm TAing
1:00-4:20 - class (which is only supposed to go 4), includes a presentation and the horrifying realization that I hadn't done 90% of the reading because it was on a page turn in the syllabus
4:20-6:00 - grocery shopping with S
6:00-8:00 - walk to the Square, dinner (BECAUSE I HADN'T EATEN ALL DAY) while reading about capitalism and writing a 500-word reaction, walk home
8:00-10:00 - Greek
10:00-3:00 - a blissful nothing, except that "nothing" somehow did not include "going to bed at a reasonable hour"
you may note that there is only one meal on that day.
Tuesday:
12 noon - crawl out of bed
12:00-2:00 - slowly attempt to crawl towards coherency via application of caffeine and food
2:00-3:15 - frantic reading for next class
3:15-3:45 - running around house getting ready to leave
3:45 - leave house
4:15-7:15 - class (exhausting, includes The Asshole)
8:00 - stagger home, feed self
9:00-10:30 - Greek
10:30-2:00 am - I have literally no idea what I did except I wasn't sleeping, wasn't writing, and wasn't watching Star Wars
Wednesday:
9:30 - alarm goes off
10:00 - crawl out of bed
10:00-10:20 - shower because I didn't shower the previous night
10:20-10:45 - eat a quarter of an apple, make tea to take to class
10:45 - leave house
11:30-12:45 - class
12:45-1:30 - stagger to Starbucks to acquire something resembling food (slice of pumpkin bread)
1:30-2:00 - meeting with professor
2:00-4:20 - Greek reading group-slash-directed reading (I'm doing it for credit, others are not)
4:20-5:00 - print out a dozen student papers at the library
5:00-6:30 - stagger home, stopping at the grocery store on the way
7:00 - food? maybe? I can't remember
I've only got class every other week on Thursdays and fortunately this week wasn't one of them, because I was wiped out on Thursday. I got the papers graded and that was it. No Greek, no reading. I got a package to the post office, did laundry (which I still haven't folded), and cooked, which are all very low brainpower things because I'm not sure I had a single brain cell working.
Today was -- slightly better. I had to go up to campus for the medieval studies roundtable -- the thing about being a night owl and very decidedly not a morning session is that anything before noon is always going to be only an hour after I wake up (well, an hour and a half because I do try to budget for travel time to campus), no matter if it's noon or 8 am. Which I think of as normal because that's how I function, but I admit it to people and they look at me like (a) I'm incredibly lazy and (b) I've lost my mind. So that happened today. I got my readings for next week started (I've got about 700 pages assigned, realistically I'm only going to read about 200-300 of them so I'd better figure out which 300 it's going to be), worked on my syllabus for the class I might be teaching next semester, and still haven't messaged back the guy I'm trying to commission Sabine armor from.
As I recall I spent all of Sunday working, too -- about 4 pm to 10 pm. Under normal circumstances I never try to do more than 45 minutes at a time, since then my brain gives out on me and I'm useless for a few hours. I feel like I've spent the past two days recovering from the first three days of the week and then I have to do it all again this week, minus the discussion session and presentation but plus the Thursday class (Intro to Teaching, so I have to have my syllabus done so that my cohort can workshop it).
I know it's a time management issue, but I need so much recovery time from something like this that it means it's an unending cycle. And Greek just eats so much of my brain; if it wasn't for having to do Greek it wouldn't be as bad. (And what really doesn't help is that I don't care about any of this term's classes, so it's just suffering through coursework. Oh, have I mentioned my department's PhD requirements are changing and my cohort's caught in the middle so I'm not sure what the actual requirements are? Fun.)
I really wanted to be able to knock my "stop working now" time back from 10 pm to 8 pm, but it hasn't been possible, not with two 4-7 classes (my pedagogy class is also a 4-7) or the night owl issue. I really, truly need a decompression day where I don't have to do ANYTHING school related, but I don't think having one is actually smart. Except I can't function without one. My stress/overwork symptoms manifest as cold symptoms, so I'm also either coming down with a cold or just really stressed. And I've got a caucus get-together Sunday, which means that I'm losing most of my typical work time on Sunday. *screaming* (I'm also honestly so over-stimulated I don't know if I can bear the socialization, either, but I can't bow out unless I actually have made myself sick.)
I've been too tired to write or watch Star Wars, both of which are really upsetting to me. But I still can't go to bed at a normal fucking hour? It's 3 am.