I remember this time about two months ago, during the first week of this quarter, when I thought that this Spring would be a breeze:
I had driven to campus (rather than bus it) early on a Wednesday morning, parking at Scripps and then walking the rest of the way to campus. My surf board was safely tucked away in the car so that later that morning I could go straight to the beach after class. It was such a good feeling, and I remember thinking and hoping that it could be a weekly habit. It was later that week that I went to Joshua Tree (photos
here since I forgot to throw them up here) and had a great time. Surely my three project-based classes this quarter would allow me lots of free time to finally get out and see so many of the places I'd been yearning to explore.
Not so. I've spent more twelve- to eighteen-hour days on campus in the last month than I'd like to remember. I've slept overnight in the graduate student "lounge." I've fallen out of touch with myself and with others, and at what benefit?
Three weeks still remain in the quarter, but I am going to try and do a better job of managing things if I can help it. Please hurry, Summer.