STRESS

I suppose the words summer and stress are no longer mutually exclusive. For several years I believed this to be true, but I think grad school has pretty much killed any hope of that for me. Normally I don’t like to vent or complain too much on my blog, but today I am going to cut myself some slack.

This morning I felt like a 5-year-old on the verge of a temper tantrum. It started in the living room when I so happily realized that my apartment is a MESS. There is crap everywhere, most of it school related. I’m studying for comprehensive exams this summer in August—essentially 2 full days of essay questions that cover the last 3 years of the literature, plus everything we have learned in class. We won’t know what the questions are beforehand and each answer is supposed to be like 5 pages long. There is so much information, we are allowed a 40-page study guide. Needless to say, I am reaching a point of feeling overwhelmed with the idea of this. Articles are all over my living room. Still reading and summarizing; haven’t constructed the study guide yet nor done any practice questions.

Then, I decided to clean out kitty’s litter box. Normally this is no big deal—I dump his old litter into the trash and wash out the box and put new litter in. Except that this time when I dumped it, I missed half of the trashcan and litter went all over the floor. So I had to sweep that up out of the little cracks and crevices of the molding and the toilet and the rug, and then mop with antibacterial cleaner. Because, you know, there’s poop in there and stuff. So then I went to take the bag out of the trash can and tie it up, and what would you know, the bag broke and litter spilled all over the floor again. That alone was enough to make me want to burst into tears.

Then I decided to get online and check my email. Attached to an email from my professor was the syllabus for the Intelligence Testing class I am starting on Tuesday. It is 17 pages long. There are 6 required textbooks. Last I checked, there were only 3 required books and I ordered them all online. I don’t know where the other 3 came from but now I have to get them in 3 days. It also dawned on me that I really don’t want to be taking this class at all. Like, I don’t don’t don’t. I won’t be home before 7pm 3 days a week. That’s hard when I’m the one cooking dinner and cleaning  up. I don’t know how to work that out.

I don’t know how I am going to do all the assignments for that class plus Supervision, supervise my supervisee, study for comps, write a manuscript for an article draft, and make and present 2 posters at APA. And clean up my apartment that is a pile of filth. I mean, my desk alone is piled so high the papers touch the bottom of my monitor.

Oh yeah, plus I’m not getting paid this summer, same as last year. This makes me worry about finances because that sets us back $1000 per month that we normally can count on. It also means I feel more guilty for not contributing to our income and like I have to make up for this somehow by doing more housework that I don’t have time for. It also means I feel more resentful of all the work I am doing for school and all the money I am spending on crap for it.

I am losing it! Help!

EDIT: Got another email from the IQ professor containing an updated syllabus. Now it is 18 pages.

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6/19/2010 4:25:55 PM #

Greg

So... some thoughts:

* It seems not at all unreasonable that you don't get put in charge of dinner the nights when you're the late one coming home.  Maybe you could ask John to throw a French bread pizza in the oven or start boiling some pasta around 6:30?

* What sets whether you get paid over the summer or not, and how much in advance do you know?  I feel like it should be written into your offer letter, or at least worked out on a yearly basis or something.  This is one of the things I hate about most grad schools: they give you scraps to live on and expect somehow you'll just make it work.  If you lived by yourself, $1000 a month would be below the poverty line.

And I totally know how you feel about aggravating things like the cat box.  I came home one night last week, super-hot, and the big glass of lemonade I poured for myself slid off the overstuffed box where I'd set it down, and glass shards and ice cubes and lemonade splattered all over my kitchen!

Greg United States |

6/19/2010 9:37:29 PM #

Christina

Thanks for the thoughts! That sucks about the lemonade. Glass is so hard to clean up. As far as the money goes, our stipends only go for the academic year. During the summer we have to apply for federal work study, but this year they ran out of money and so hardly anyone got it. I applied for loans, and even though our estimated family contribution for the summer alone was over $13,000, I was awarded-- get this-- a $600 loan. Needless to say, that covered, like, one credit hour.

Christina United States |

6/20/2010 1:41:29 AM #

wiebke

Sorry, but it not only seems reasonable that you dont cook on days you have classes till 7, its also very reasonable that you are never the one who cooks AND cleans.. its 2010 for crying out loud. If your not doing both because you want to..why would you?

wiebke Germany |

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