In short.
I really feel like I need to express how I’m feeling, but instead I’m going to make a list.
San Diego in 10 DAYS. Stupid grad school woman has not replied to my email, so I submitted a new application. Suck on that.
Must have new draft of poster done by this Friday. Hopefully everyone loves it and I won’t have to redo a thing. Especially since I just accidentally saved over my first draft. I died a little inside.
Biochem test on Friday. Kill me.
Cell culture on Thursday. Gross. Not a good time for this.
3 or 4 experiments to run on Friday. Luckily the undergrad is mostly in charge of calculations for that.
Probably getting a shit load of stuff to grade on Friday.
What the hell my Friday looks like shit.
Why, I do believe it’s time for bed. Awesome.
You know what’s crap? My professors say “ha — you think you have it bad now? Wait until you’re a professor!” I have a hard time believing them because I’m in the office all hours of the night and they’re not, but, they WERE grad students once… this.. this scares me.
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i have a stack of ungraded papers where 90% of the students forgot to write which unknown number they used, making it so i either have to assume/pretend everyone got their unknown right or assume they all got it wrong and fail everyone. what i do heavily depends on what i made on my biochemistry test yesterday and how much xanax i can find between now and when i grade.
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