Hi! Hi Syllabi! How are you? You're all looking very pretty today. Slim indeed, an impressive feat considering its the holiday season. Me? Oh, I know. I've put on a few pounds. This was glaringly apparent when I went Christmas shopping with my Mom and had to go up a pants size. She didn't say anything, but her face, it spoke volumes. This is a woman who has trouble keeping on weight. And I am her spawn. Not cool.
I know, I'm also looking a little tired and stressed. Yep, got that insomnia under control, thanks to some excellent sleeping pillz, thanks pharmaceuticals! Now I only need to, you know, have some time to sleep. That would be awesome. You know what I miss? Napping. And my friends. And soap operas. And hanging out with my friends. And spending time with my boyfriend while not seated in front of my laptop.
Why am I tell you, syllabi, all of this? Well the thing is, I've come to realize, it's you who are standing between me and naps and friends and Edward Quartermaine and qt with the bf. I thought I had it all under control, and then...
And then. Syllabi. I looked at your finals weeks. Um, hi! You want some finals next week? I don't, I don't understand. I just don't. I just ate turkey dinner with my parents like 45 seconds ago and now you want rough drafts and Web site and projects and papers? I think you're being too demanding. There. I said it. I don't mean to be judgemental or all finger pointy, but seriously. You're breaking me. I miss the Quartermaines. I miss my friends. I'm pretty sure my boyfriend misses seeing me in natural light, not lit by the alien glow of a lap top. Help a sister out, and I promise I'll keep you from the recycling bin forever.
Cool?
Cool.
JG
2 comments:
Oh good lord, I can relate, having just started grad school myself. 9 books a week they expect me to read!
I've never thought of myself as lazy, but now every second I don't spend on schoolwork (like this one) I am wracked with guilt.
JG, I'm right there with you. No, I mean, I'm almost literally right there with you. I'm in grad school in a D.C. suburb, work fulltime, and am teaching two undergrad classes. And have two kids under the age of seven.
My life is no longer dictated by hunger, thirst, or the need for sleep, but by SYLLABI.
If we make it through finals, I'll buy you a recreational beverage.
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