Monday, February 22, 2010

Crammed Sunday for a Grad Student

I may have next to zilch of a social life, but somehow I still manage to have absolutely too much crammed into my weekends. Take today for example. I did laundry, washed the dishes, gave Jasper a bath (which he sorely needed), groomed Jasper, did a homemade avocado treatment on my hair (which I do not recommend since it is very hard to wash out), made soup, worked on a fiction story, and wrote a paper comparing the Russo-Japanese War to the Franco-Prussian War (they are surprisingly similar). I also read a copious amount, put together a puzzle over breakfast, and still found time to re-ice my hand after all the typing caused it to swell up yet again. Oh, and I took out the trash. I am Superwoman!

Of course, I also did not accomplish everything that I had planned today. I still have three more books to read (minimum) by Tuesday, another paper to write (also by Tuesday), notes to type up for my presentation tomorrow, and another batch of laundry. I haven't dusted in a week, but that's low priority. I also meant to work out today, but that is lower priority than reading and writing. Admittedly, I shouldn't have wasted an hour on a puzzle, but I so longed for some form of recreation after reading for nearly ten hours yesterday, that I simply couldn't deny myself an hour of relaxation. Tomorrow will be a busy day, too, since the reading and writing will have to get squeezed in around two grad classes (three hours each), a trip to the library, and a trip to the office supply store.

I've noticed lately that my caffeine intake has sharply risen since resuming grad school. Maybe if I double it, I can give up sleep and have another eight hours of time for reading (just kidding, Mom). Honestly, I never knew so much could be crammed into each day before this semester. Gee, I just can't wait until I start writing my thesis!

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
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O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"