I can’t do my homework. Again. Argh. I sat down today to take a look at my calendar and realized that I will be lucky to survive the next two weeks — I have three homeworks due this week, one large homework due next week, and three midterms next week. I don’t know if it’s worth all this work, grad school I mean. I can’t see myself doing this for five more years…then again, I can’t see myself doing anything else. My constant dilemma.
Flute ensemble was cancelled tonight, so I have more time to work, or as the case may be, more time to stare at my blank sheets of paper with nothing on them save the problem statement itself. I hate this. When I know how to do a problem, it gives me a lot of satisfaction that I’m able to do it right away. When I don’t know how to do it, you’d think somehow I’d derive even more appreciation from the work it takes to figure it out…but no. I just get frustrated.
I want to go visit Atlanta.
