This Pair
Graduate School is already sucking me dry.
I’m taking three courses this semester and after the first week (during which I have been sick) I feel like dropping out, dying or dropping out and then dying.
It isn’t so bad. I have a Middle English Literature class that seems interesting (even if I worry that it will finally expose me as a fraud and display my underlying stupidity the world: my lifelong fear). Another about Pedagogy and Writing that is somehow full of Master of Education-type students. And a novel workshop which will demand 100 pages from the something dreaming game by April.
I shudder to think of how much time I’ll spend reading Middle English, Theories on Educational Structures and who knows what else. And I fear to think of those nights when I’ll be up half the night because I decided I’d rather hang out with Rachel than do my homework like I should.
I’m taking three courses this semester and after the first week (during which I have been sick) I feel like dropping out, dying or dropping out and then dying.
It isn’t so bad. I have a Middle English Literature class that seems interesting (even if I worry that it will finally expose me as a fraud and display my underlying stupidity the world: my lifelong fear). Another about Pedagogy and Writing that is somehow full of Master of Education-type students. And a novel workshop which will demand 100 pages from the something dreaming game by April.
I shudder to think of how much time I’ll spend reading Middle English, Theories on Educational Structures and who knows what else. And I fear to think of those nights when I’ll be up half the night because I decided I’d rather hang out with Rachel than do my homework like I should.
Labels: Mark
posted by M S Martinez at 1/11/2006 05:43:00 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home