I realize that I have not written in a while, however, even I was shocked when I saw the date of my last post. I briefly started another blog, which I have since abandoned. The intent was to blog just on post-adoption related issues. I quickly realized that since I live and breathe adoption issues daily the exercise of blogging was not as therapeutic as I had hoped it would be. So, I’m back.
I ordered my textbooks for one of my upcoming classes. As I read over them after they arrived I started to feel the excitement of what was to come. That butterfly in my tummy feeling lasted about 12 hours. It abruptly ended today when I downloaded the class sylilbi. I quickly scanned the required reading and then gasped out loud when I saw the writing requirements for the class. As an undergraduate I was happy to have read the required chapter prior to getting to class. Well, it seems at the graduate level, just doing the reading isn’t enough. You have to write a one page summary typed and double spaced detailing the power points of what you read. Don’t get me started on the book review and final paper that need to be written in APA format. I really may have been deluding myself into thinking I can do this. I was told to expect to spend 3 hours outside of class for every hour in class. I failed to take into account that my classes meet for 3 hours each 1x per week. Thus I should be figuring on 9 hours weekly x2. Will I never see another episode of Desperate Houswives? What about Brothers and Sisters? Now comes the part where I start to question the wisdom of embarking on the pursuit of a graduate degree. I’ve become pretty comfortable as an underachiever. I enjoy working 28 hour weeks. Once grad school is finished I’ll be forced into full time employment just in order to pay off my loans. Yikes, no more afternoons napping or at the gym. I might have to look at the Prime Time lineup for Fall before I purchase the books for my second class.