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You know, I honestly thought that moving from intensive Greek (all Greek all the time every weekday!) into a regular fall semester (two three-credit classes meeting for an hour three times a week with associated homework) would make for a nice relaxing schedule. And... I suppose it's more relaxing? Kinda?
But I am rapidly realizing why there's usually a summer break between those semesters, and it's because my brain needs some time to recover. It's still the beginning of the semester, and I'm already feeling the kind of frustrated burnout that I usually get around the week before finals. The homework seems overwhelming, and I'm really feeling the fact that I'm not breezing through the material with confidence like I was used to in my previous Latin classes.
("It's one of the nice things about ancient Greek," my professor told me after class yesterday. "It teaches humility. I've only ever met one person who found it easy, and she knew fourteen languages, and was Greek herself...")
This is, alas, leading to a lot of unproductive wibbling, where I sit at my desk frozen in panic and lack of confidence while staring at the homework I should be doing, then not doing it because I know I won't be doing it well enough to meet my usual standards. Which...are gonna have to fall. Much as I need solid A's in these classes to have a chance at grad school, I can't afford to be holding myself to constant standards of Perfection and Complete Understanding if I'm going to get this work done in any reasonable amount of time.
Ah well. Academia. I went into this voluntarily, you know. Once I can crawl out of this state of gibbering panic, maybe I can get back into enough of a homework routine that I can get writing done again. As was sort of the plan for this semester.
But I am rapidly realizing why there's usually a summer break between those semesters, and it's because my brain needs some time to recover. It's still the beginning of the semester, and I'm already feeling the kind of frustrated burnout that I usually get around the week before finals. The homework seems overwhelming, and I'm really feeling the fact that I'm not breezing through the material with confidence like I was used to in my previous Latin classes.
("It's one of the nice things about ancient Greek," my professor told me after class yesterday. "It teaches humility. I've only ever met one person who found it easy, and she knew fourteen languages, and was Greek herself...")
This is, alas, leading to a lot of unproductive wibbling, where I sit at my desk frozen in panic and lack of confidence while staring at the homework I should be doing, then not doing it because I know I won't be doing it well enough to meet my usual standards. Which...are gonna have to fall. Much as I need solid A's in these classes to have a chance at grad school, I can't afford to be holding myself to constant standards of Perfection and Complete Understanding if I'm going to get this work done in any reasonable amount of time.
Ah well. Academia. I went into this voluntarily, you know. Once I can crawl out of this state of gibbering panic, maybe I can get back into enough of a homework routine that I can get writing done again. As was sort of the plan for this semester.