My first real semester of grad school is winding down, and it can’t be over fast enough. I knew it’d be rough, but it’s been a lot worse than I’d anticipated. I changed my schedule two weeks into the semester, which was not ideal but was probably for the best. I ended up dropping a class a few weeks later when it became apparent that there was no way on earth that I was going to keep up with the mountains of reading I had. Many of my assignments have been late, I’ve been sleeping terribly, Brinestone and the kids have been sick a lot, and of course we’re broke and living on student loans.
But the end is in sight. Mostly all that I have left is to write a paper and finish a few other little things, and then it’s over. It’s Christmas. We’re going on vacation. And then, of course, it’s back into the thick of things when the new semester starts. But I desperately need a break right now (and so does Brinestone), so I’m not going to think too much about that next semester. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof, right? Right now I’ve got a paper to write on descriptivism in usage guides.