Oh … my … head. I'm
not going to make it. I'm never going to
survive the first week of school. I know
this because I'm already exhausted.
I am taking three days of classes, and the homework (which
was NOT specified in advance or I would've ditched) has been brutal. B-R-U-T-A-L.
I am right now in the process of reading a 76-page technical document,
complete with factual crapola and pie-freaking charts and blah-biddy-blah
quotes from experts in their field.
I have one afternoon/evening to read this 76-page report,
and I have already fallen asleep four times.
And by "asleep," I mean putting my head down on the kitchen
table at 3:15 in the afternoon and going full-out unconscious to the point
where I am dreaming. That kind of
"asleep."
I'm only on page 20.
Yesterday's homework was to read through two other such
articles, which totaled about 50 pages.
I am also supposed to come up with a lesson plan of some kind to bring
with me to the final day of class.
I thought this was supposed to be a fact-finding
mission. I'm not even getting paid to
take this class, but it has clearly been well over the 6-hour time
allotment. Anything over 10, and I'm
supposed to get a gold star on my professional development resume.
But this … this is bullshit.
If I can't hack this, how the hell am I going to hack being
on my feet for six hours at a clip and correcting mounds of class work and
homework when school starts up again? Oh
.. my … head. I'm going to have to
retire. I'm going to have to claim
fatigue. I'm going to have to put my
head down on my desk and take full-on naps during the school day.
Ugh. Okay, I'm going
in. No, really. I am going to take my bevy of pink
highlighters and attack that fat bastard of a paper pile. I'm going to slay it, wreck it, take it
down. I'm going to … I'm going …
(yawn.)
I'm going to take a little nap and look at it later.
