Too Much Time Now
It’s funny how frantic I was the past several weeks trying to get my
act together—writing papers, cramming for exams, practicing for
juries, grading tests, working at MMC, finishing projects, etc. It
seemed like the ‘academic’ punches would never end. Add to that
students who would constantly irritate me with "can i see my grade?",
"can you print this out for me?", "can you take these to her office?"
can you, can you, can you… ahhh! Of course I can, but why the heck
can’t I say "I’m Dr. Doukhan’s assistant, not yours." Just because I
work for her doesn’t mean I would obey her student’s beck and call.
Then again, I couldn’t draw the line. I don’t know where to draw the
line. Personally, my genes have the natural tendency to help people. I
feel obliged to whenever someone takes the time to ask it. But then,
one should take into account that forgetting all about it (since I’m a
feather-brain nut case), is not because I don’t want to help, but that
really is another different story. So, yeah, no matter how busy I get,
my time has to be shared with people who asks for my stellar
assistance. (I deserve some credit,don’t I?)
Anyway, that’s not
my point. What I really wanted to write before I started this entry was
about how much time I have in my hands right now. After months of
running the exhaustive race of school work, I feel like someone gives
me a big slap on my butt and says, "That’s it for now. Atta boy."
—well, that’s not really not a nice picture to compare myself with.
Ahhhh…what the heck.
At least my job at the library keeps me
constant. Instead of wandering around aimlessly trying to figure out
what I need to do with the rest of my summer, I could schedule my time
around something "unchangeable".
I think it’s time to get my cobwebbed list of to-do’s and get things going again…
