Although it's a relief to be done, there's that interim week that makes you feel like you have absolutely nothing to do. Usually, I have a dozen things on my mind relating school and work. I have to balance the amount of miles I drive per day with how much time I need to work on a project or simply to check in with my class discussions. Now, with a week off until my next session starts, I almost feel lazy.
I'm heading home today for a well-deserved week off. We're going up to the northern part of the state where my in-laws have a tiny weekend place on the ocean. We're dropping the kids of there and heading to the Best Western. We rarely get away on our own, so I figured $130 a night was worth it. My wife wants to go to some joint called Boston Pizza, which is sacrilege to me, since it's a Canadian company. We're also going to see Inglourious Basterds Saturday night.
But I can't help feeling like I have nothing to accomplish this week. I've already busted out the books for my next school session to read over some of the introductory things we'll be doing.
I used to get a knot in my stomach at the thought of taking classes full-time while working the same, but, now that I'm well-entrenched, I can hardly imagine life without such a full schedule. It's going to be one hell of a shock to me to finally climb down the steps from this truck and waltz into a normal life. Fortunately, I plan on moving ahead with my Masters. I hope I don't turn into Pauly Shore from Son In Law and end up taking classes for the rest of my life. Whoever knew that college could be a crutch?
I suppose I'll get through it. Every time I grind out two of these courses, I know there are two more waiting in the wings. One day, though, it'll have to stop. Do they have rehab for graduate degrees? Yikes.
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