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Picture a simple X-Y graph, like they teach at the beginning of algebra (if you have a decent intro to algebra course, which I did not, but I digress), with two lines running across it. One axis represents time into the semester, and one axis represents intensity of emotion. Label the two lines "frustration with the workload" (Let's call that Line A) and "enthusiasm for the material" (Line B, natch).
I am reaching the inevitable point in the semester where Line A has crossed above Line B.
It's taken me longer than last semester, fortunately. Having something more like a proper break, instead of a frantic attempt to cram a year of language into my head during something less than a month's time, really helps in that regard. But every semester eventually reaches this point, if only because any class interesting enough to have a robust Line B will also be difficult enough to have an ever-rising Line A.
And damn it, I'm tired all the time. I'm too tired to get any writing done. (No, it's not just a matter of "making time". I have plenty of god damn time. What I don't have is the energy.) I'm getting B grades on my Latin comp homework, which is all manner of frustrating, because I love Latin, and I want to focus on it, and... I'm never going to get into grad school with that kind of mark on my transcript, unless I can do stunningly in every other classics course ever to make up for it. (5% acceptance rate. Sigh.) Housework is descending into madness and decay, there is cat hair on everything, and I keep reading interesting books instead of doing my homework because I just can't face another page covered in red marks.
...I mean, I still get all my homework done on time. I hit the sobbing breakdown point well before I started not having my translations done for class. But I am so very, very tired of homework some days, and I've still got a month--and several exams, much less quizzes--left to go.
And I'm having a hell of a time making adverbial clauses of time work in Latin. (Subjunctives, how do they work?)
Oh well. Homework for Monday and Tuesday is done, and I'm going to spend all day tomorrow frolicking through pools with my visiting family, and then going to see an excellent Ghibli movie at the Drafthouse, where I will get a beer, dammit.
Just. You know. Tired.
I am reaching the inevitable point in the semester where Line A has crossed above Line B.
It's taken me longer than last semester, fortunately. Having something more like a proper break, instead of a frantic attempt to cram a year of language into my head during something less than a month's time, really helps in that regard. But every semester eventually reaches this point, if only because any class interesting enough to have a robust Line B will also be difficult enough to have an ever-rising Line A.
And damn it, I'm tired all the time. I'm too tired to get any writing done. (No, it's not just a matter of "making time". I have plenty of god damn time. What I don't have is the energy.) I'm getting B grades on my Latin comp homework, which is all manner of frustrating, because I love Latin, and I want to focus on it, and... I'm never going to get into grad school with that kind of mark on my transcript, unless I can do stunningly in every other classics course ever to make up for it. (5% acceptance rate. Sigh.) Housework is descending into madness and decay, there is cat hair on everything, and I keep reading interesting books instead of doing my homework because I just can't face another page covered in red marks.
...I mean, I still get all my homework done on time. I hit the sobbing breakdown point well before I started not having my translations done for class. But I am so very, very tired of homework some days, and I've still got a month--and several exams, much less quizzes--left to go.
And I'm having a hell of a time making adverbial clauses of time work in Latin. (Subjunctives, how do they work?)
Oh well. Homework for Monday and Tuesday is done, and I'm going to spend all day tomorrow frolicking through pools with my visiting family, and then going to see an excellent Ghibli movie at the Drafthouse, where I will get a beer, dammit.
Just. You know. Tired.