Shorter Day Accomplishments
Today I:
* Made it to Early American Literatures on time.
* Made it to work at Disability Services on time.
* Made it to the housekeeping job.
* Finished preparing all but the last three lines (out of 50) of my Latin assignment.
* Made it to the honor's college and got them to allow me into the honors poetry class I get to substitute for my last undergraduate English Class.
* Made it to Philosophy on time.
And took fairly good notes on the uberconfusing mess which is Aristotle's Physics.
* Indulged in a comfort-ice-cream-sandwich.
* Made it to Latin on time.
* Registered for the last undergraduate classes I will take.
I'm reasonably punctual (arriving where I'm supposed to be no later than two minutes after the agreed-upon start time) 90% of the time. The ten percent when I run more late than that is usually for informal things, like meeting a friend for dinner when there are no reservations. My habit up until this semester was that I was 5 minutes early to every class and never missed a class; if I was sick, I sat away from other people as much as possible, but there was no excuse for me to miss class: ever. This last month though, making it to classes and non-teaching work at all has been challenging - because all I want to do when I'm not teaching (including when i'm driving nine hours per week) is sleep. So having been where I needed to be, when I needed to be there today was an accomplishment. What is sad about all this is the part where this is one of the most successful days (outside of my own classroom) that I've had in a week. And I'm still woefully behind.
I decided today that I'm battling some discouragement. Not depression per se. Just this feeling that I will never catch up on anything I'm trying to get done. Coupled with the exhaustion of all of it, this dragging-sniffling-headache that's not nearly bad enough to actually be a cold but just won't go away, and the fact that at 7:03 it's been fully dark for a good while now, I'm just kind of blah.
Also, I'm now fairly sure that if I'm this behind in October, it would be extremely unwise to try NaNoWriMo. And that's somewhat dismal: particularly as I'm trying to use my planner and keep having to be reminded that I'm not doing it by all my ambitious, pre-semester word-goal entries in my daily to-do lists. I cannot decide whether it will be less discouraging to white them all out at one sitting than to see them all month.
* Made it to Early American Literatures on time.
* Made it to work at Disability Services on time.
* Made it to the housekeeping job.
* Finished preparing all but the last three lines (out of 50) of my Latin assignment.
* Made it to the honor's college and got them to allow me into the honors poetry class I get to substitute for my last undergraduate English Class.
* Made it to Philosophy on time.
And took fairly good notes on the uberconfusing mess which is Aristotle's Physics.
* Indulged in a comfort-ice-cream-sandwich.
* Made it to Latin on time.
* Registered for the last undergraduate classes I will take.
I'm reasonably punctual (arriving where I'm supposed to be no later than two minutes after the agreed-upon start time) 90% of the time. The ten percent when I run more late than that is usually for informal things, like meeting a friend for dinner when there are no reservations. My habit up until this semester was that I was 5 minutes early to every class and never missed a class; if I was sick, I sat away from other people as much as possible, but there was no excuse for me to miss class: ever. This last month though, making it to classes and non-teaching work at all has been challenging - because all I want to do when I'm not teaching (including when i'm driving nine hours per week) is sleep. So having been where I needed to be, when I needed to be there today was an accomplishment. What is sad about all this is the part where this is one of the most successful days (outside of my own classroom) that I've had in a week. And I'm still woefully behind.
I decided today that I'm battling some discouragement. Not depression per se. Just this feeling that I will never catch up on anything I'm trying to get done. Coupled with the exhaustion of all of it, this dragging-sniffling-headache that's not nearly bad enough to actually be a cold but just won't go away, and the fact that at 7:03 it's been fully dark for a good while now, I'm just kind of blah.
Also, I'm now fairly sure that if I'm this behind in October, it would be extremely unwise to try NaNoWriMo. And that's somewhat dismal: particularly as I'm trying to use my planner and keep having to be reminded that I'm not doing it by all my ambitious, pre-semester word-goal entries in my daily to-do lists. I cannot decide whether it will be less discouraging to white them all out at one sitting than to see them all month.