I have to say that I have loved my grad school experience so far. I am constantly amazed at how drastically my day to day life has changed over the course of a few days time. I went from my last day of work on a Saturday into orientation the following Monday. My life hasn’t been the same since. I have loved everything about the experience, even though at times I might gripe, I am honestly the happiest I have been in a long time. I come out of every class a little bit more confident than the last and I have gotten the hang of the work load in 6700. The only thing lacking in my experience right now is actual literature. I hear other GTAs discussing books that they are reading and I really miss that aspect of my college experience. I know it will come later and that it would honestly be too much for me to handle at this point, but that doesn’t make me miss it any less. I, like Conor, have also struggled to maintain a certain balance between school work, teacher work, and personal fun. I feel like I have had many years to develop strategies to keep everything afloat (the busier, the better for me), but I have never experienced a work (and fun) load as heavy as I have in the past few weeks. I hope the work (and the fun) continue because I honestly wouldn’t trade either. Well maybe I would trade HotEL, because it is basically like learning a foreign language, but I know I will come out better for having gone through it.
As of lately I have been kind of overwhelmed. I’m in my last semester of grad school, doing an internship, teaching, and doing a side business, and more. I am a juggler. So, when I start to fall behind on grading papers and my own course work, this little perfectionist voice in my head starts to make me feel bad. This is worsened when inconsiderate students keep asking me every class when I am going to be giving them their peer reviews back. I did tell the student that I would have it done soon, just to get her off my back. Every time she reminds me that I have not had the time to grade the peer review assignment (only 2 times so far), I feel bad. I feel bad because I feel as if it is a reminder that I am slacking on my perfectionism. But at the same time, I’m also like… fuck that, you are not my boss, and I have a million things going on. I don’t actually say “fuck that” to her, just to make that clear. But I think it. I also say “fuck that” because I already know I’m super exploited by the academy in some/a lot of ways, therefore, I should not feel bad if I cannot always be exactly on time with giving assignments back. Plus, I did give them their Essay 1 comments on time, and that is pretty much the most important thing.
So if it was not already clear, “fuck that” is my rebellion, and feeling bad for not being super awesome every second is my perfectionism. I live in the in-between, in the contradictions, and I have been reflecting on this within the past 2 weeks. I think the perfectionist voice is what I would call the “capitalist consciousness,” that is planted there at an early age in people’s lives (particularly in this Western society). Anyway, I have to resist it and rebel in the ways I can. I will get the peer reviews graded, as I have been doing with all the other assignments, and I will complete my late course work (and hopefully still get credit). Either way, I am graduating in December, so yayyyy! And I just passed my comps for my MA degree in Gender & Sexuality studies. Overall I think teaching English classes is going well, even if I’m not perfect. I will continue to revel in contradictions.
I am very much the type of person that if I can do something other than what I am suppose to be doing I will do it. This blog post is an example within itself; I have promised my kids I would have the notes on their rough drafts by tomorrow and I have plenty of reading for 6700 tomorrow, yet here I am.
That being said, you can not necessarily pick when something is going to occur in your life. I’m slowly becoming involved with this guy who is somewhat perfect. He is handsome, has money, and we get a long well so he meets all the criteria on my wheel of vanity. He likes to party way too much, but so do I so its not an issue I can really hold against him. And strangely enough he is not turned off by my ability to make any situation awkward.
At this point you are probably thinking: He is making an academic blog post to gush about his new relationship, and you are partially correct. But my real grievance with the situation is the imbalance that I am currently facing. It is easy to say that work and academics come first but in practice in often becomes all-consuming. I want to be able to explore all aspects of my life without feeling guilty that I am neglecting others. My new romantic involvement seems superfluous to probably the entire audience this post will reach, but it is important to me. I want to be the well-rounded person who is able to keep up academically, teach two classes, hold a part-time job on the weekends, and maintain a healthy social life but I am starting to realize that not everyone can be Rory Gilmore.
There is not necessarily a solution to this problem besides make more time, sleep less, or do not date boys outside of the English department but I am fully taking advantage of the colloquial nature of this blog to make my first post an airing of grievances I have about my personal schedule, regardless of the fact that it is only week three of the semester. And I have a feeling that, much unlike the popular support campaign, it does not get better.
