I suspect that I may be going through some sort of mild depression at the moment. Maybe the full workload just hit me in the face and I realized that I might actually have to study this semester. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe I'm sick and caught whatever bug is going around campus. Maybe it's the season.
Whatever the reason, I haven't been this apathetic, exhausted, and hopeless in several years.
I don't know what's happening. I had a great day yesterday. I spent five hours with Geeky Science Organization officers making leis and Hawaiian decorations for the research forum we are hosting later this week. I am now officially the non-officer member with the highest number of volunteering hours in the Organization (I don't actually care about counting hours or filling quotas, I just like hanging out with them and being helpful and doing science-type things).
I even had the (relative) pleasure of finding my roommate not watching an idiotic TV show but instead a PBS documentary on the life and death of Marie-Antoinette.
After that, though, I had the greatest trouble going to sleep and woke up this morning much earlier than I would have liked. I was in such an execrable mood this afternoon that I had to seriously refrain myself from growling in annoyance at the number of Premeds (everyone but me, I am the only one who plans on actually doing research, ironically) in my 30-odd student research class when the professor made us introduce ourselves today. I could probably go on a rant about how much I despise Premed students (a lot), but that would be a waste of my time.
So instead I am going to listen to some Schubert, take the bus, and go grocery-shopping. If I'm lucky, there will be some unfortunate Premeds on the bus for me to glare menacingly at. That ought to calm my nerves a bit.
Whatever the reason, I haven't been this apathetic, exhausted, and hopeless in several years.
I don't know what's happening. I had a great day yesterday. I spent five hours with Geeky Science Organization officers making leis and Hawaiian decorations for the research forum we are hosting later this week. I am now officially the non-officer member with the highest number of volunteering hours in the Organization (I don't actually care about counting hours or filling quotas, I just like hanging out with them and being helpful and doing science-type things).
I even had the (relative) pleasure of finding my roommate not watching an idiotic TV show but instead a PBS documentary on the life and death of Marie-Antoinette.
After that, though, I had the greatest trouble going to sleep and woke up this morning much earlier than I would have liked. I was in such an execrable mood this afternoon that I had to seriously refrain myself from growling in annoyance at the number of Premeds (everyone but me, I am the only one who plans on actually doing research, ironically) in my 30-odd student research class when the professor made us introduce ourselves today. I could probably go on a rant about how much I despise Premed students (a lot), but that would be a waste of my time.
So instead I am going to listen to some Schubert, take the bus, and go grocery-shopping. If I'm lucky, there will be some unfortunate Premeds on the bus for me to glare menacingly at. That ought to calm my nerves a bit.
2 comments:
Ah yes. Schubert. So many emotions. There has to be one to fit or cure every situation. I hope that your mood is lifted by the music
Indeed, there is nothing like "Tod und das Mädchen" to replace even the glummest of feelings with peace and energy (oddly, given its name).
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