(c) Not sure, I've never done a Master's
(d) Leave me alone, I'm currently being enveloped by a life-sucking vortex of stress and misery
(e) Can't hear you over the roar of this life-sucking vortex of stress and misery
(f) You think this is bad? Wait until you try a PhD.
(g) I found my Master's program to be a breeze.
If you chose option (g), please stop reading my blog. Your company is no longer desired.
To be fair, I actually have really enjoyed parts of my program and overall it has been a valuable experience. Without it, I never would have met my kick-ass advisor or developed a passion for my current area of research. Gotta take the good with the bad, I suppose.
It seems like the change of scenery and family time has been good for my mindset—pulling me out of that scary depression that had been descending in the couple weeks before I left. It's always nice to have parents spoiling you and no responsibilities. I swear, I have never felt so lazy in my life. There is some work hanging over my head, but I haven't felt like doing a durn thing. I spent a couple hours one afternoon working on a paper my advisor and I hope to get out soon, but the ratio of work to Facebooking/blogging/news-checking/dicking around on the Internet was about 10:90. So the paper is not done. Do I care? A teensy bit, but not really. It'll get done when it gets done, right?
I have been trying to just relax, take some pressure off, and enjoy myself. My hometown is kind of woodsy and quiet, so I've been exploring some of the parks and trails around here, just soaking up the peacefulness and appreciating nature. We went to see Unbroken last weekend, which was amazing but super intense and violent. Oh and of course, I've been reading like a fiend. I finished that epic biography of cancer, plus The Devil in the White City, which is this ridiculous true crime story about a serial killer who stalked the 1893 World's Fair in Chicago—definitely one of those "stranger than fiction" thingies...dude was CRAZY. Now I'm starting The Worst Hard Time about the Dust Bowl during the Depression. No, I don't know why I only seem to be interested in dark, disturbing, depressing historical events.
|I don't think it has a happy ending.|
No real plans tomorrow; my mom and I were hoping to go on a hike, but the weather is supposed to be bad. This time last year we were engulfed in the polar vortex, so I suppose I shouldn't complain too much about one icky day.
Hope everyone had a great holiday, my best to all.