So the semester is coming to an end, but not nearly fast enough. This has been, by far, the worst semester of my teaching career and has made me really question my choice of careers. I guess I feel like Bilbo Baggins from J.R.R. Tolkien's, The Lord of the Rings, in that, "I feel... thin. Sort of stretched, like... butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday." That may be a bit dramatic, but it's very descriptive.
This semester has not been nearly what I expected. I have not been able to accomplish many of the things at work, that I had planned because I am literally drowning in grad school. And I have not done well in grad school because I have taken on more at work in order to make myself invaluable. With last year's RIF cuts, and the possibility of more this year, I have to be seen as someone with a contribution to make.
I want to be able to look back on this semester and think, "Wow. That's the semester I really pushed myself and look where I am now." but honestly, I don't see that happening. I will just be happy to survive... forget pride.
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