There are times we can actually put all our attention into reading and there are other times when its' almost impossible. As recent as 1999, I could sit for hours at home or in the library just to make sure I finish my readings - Now, some 9 years later, it's like a curse. When I'm reading, my phone would go off - if not, I have to rush for an appointment so better not try to get too involved in reading, lest I run late. Perhaps I had help then, my househelp who has since returned to the Philippines to get married. Her kid is at least 6 years old now and starting school - LIKE ME!
And so people wonder why I even bother to do a postgrad program when I have too many things moving around me, like meteors and comets, waiting to crash land somewhere on my tired body.
I need some intellectual stimulation - I need my brain cells to be fired up - but oh, the batteries are so flat, I need to be in the sahara to get them charged up.
I'm sure many working adults who are as mad as I am, feel the same way - the fortunate some, will have some form of support - but for me, it's solo season - have always been. The main difference is, I have an academic reputation to maintain - see, it doesn't always pay to be on this roll and that roll because the expectations just too much - and even if the whole world doesn't care, I do and it matters to me - my academic ego.
Is there such a thing - YES THERE IS.
It's not about having to pay so much - so let's balance that with super grades - it's me.
So, let me end this blog, before I loose another precious few minutes of brain food.
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