
SO, I have been in a graduate English program with NAU for the last two semesters. Happy to say I have done pretty good so far in my classes and my grades are better than I expected. But to be honest, graduate school has been a REAL challenge for me. Amongst the many weeks of endless writing, reading, writing, reading, writing, and, uh, more writing and reading (Why did I choose English again?!), I have found that school IS hard work! For all those brainiacs who just breeze through school...I envy you! I feel like I have worked my tushie to the bone (is that a real expression?) and I am hoping I finish this degree before I enter the "gray hair" zone--either from age or stress.
To give everyone a little look into this self-inflicted trauma (or should I say drama?)..this week I had three papers due on Wednesday which were supposed to be argumentative essays. Each paper was to utilize a different type of argument--argument by definition, argument by evaluation, and argument by cause--and could be on a topic of my choice. Although this was a pretty simple and straightforward assignment, I STRUGGLED! I just couldn't quite pin point an exact topic for each argument that I felt I could adequately take a position on and effectively argue. For two days, I flip flopped between about a dozen topics in which I would do about 30 min. of research on the internet then decide I didn't know enough about the topic to continue on...what a complete waste of time!
Anyways, by Tuesday evening I only had one paper done and I still hadn't even picked the topics of the other two. Needless to say...I broke down major! My poor husband had to endure about an hour session of "Adriane Self-Pity, Self-Loathing Time." I can recall a few of my sentiments-"I'm not good enough for graduate school...I'm just not smart enough!", "Why can't I just GET this stupid assignment?!!!", "Can't I just time-warp myself to a week from now to avoid this whole thing?!"
Now I don't want to alarm anyone because, thankfully, I did regain my sanity after about an hour of ranting. AND, also thankfully, I did complete those two other papers...at about 9:00 the next morning. While this was one of my more dramatic school experiences, there are a few lessons I want to highlight.
1. Graduate school inflicts its victims with its own brand`of PMS. This said, just like victims of the normal kind of PMS, graduate students need to realize that the cyclical emotions of depression and anxiety ARE normal and WILL eventually pass. They also need to stock themselves with a two-years supply of Kleenex, chocolate, ridiculously stupid movies (this one works on the Yin/Yang principle--a heavy dose of intellectualism is remedied by a heavy dose of stupidity...trust me it really works!), heavy painkillers, and a shirt that says,"BEWARE! Graduate Degree in Process."
2. Pulling an "all-nighter" is never a good idea. Staying up late to do homework usually results in a) bad work, b) bad skin, and 3) a bad academic "hangover" where your brain cannot function normally for about 24 hours. Bottom Line? Getting adequate sleep is one of the most understated secrets in life...Just Do It!
3. Getting a bad grade isn't the end of the world. While I am a definite academic perfectionist, I am coming to realize that grades aren't the most important thing in life. You want to know what is?...Health, Happiness, and a marriage where your husband doesn't fear for his life whenever he asks you a question while you are studying, writing a paper, or just freaking out over some stupid assignment. (I'm sorry Honey!)
In the end, I am grateful for having the opportunity to go to school and further my education. I know it's cheesy, but I do think of all the people in the world (including in this country) who don't have this opportunity, and when I do, I am completely humbled by how blessed I am. I am also grateful that I can indulge my self-pity within the blissful world of blogging...A


