Panger

A new word I've made up that's been dominating my thoughts lately. I was freaking out at my lovely assistant (aka The Boyfriend) about how between finishing my term paper assignments, writing and rewriting my "Plan of Study", wondering how I'm going to afford next month's bills, and how I'm going to find a job for the summer.

All perfectly normal reasons for freaking out and all very normal in the life of a graduate student. That's what everyone assures me and it is nice to know that I'm not alone... but that warm fuzzy only lasts for a few minutes and then my general feelings of panger start once more.

So what're my papers about? I'll tell you.

Tuesday morning Class - For this class, I decided to do a paper on the state of relations between aboriginals and archaeologists in Ontario. I was pretty conflicted with this paper and it ate into everything I did. It's a large topic and it wasn't helped by worrying that my prof wouldn't think it was nearly critical enough.

Thursday morning Class - Sounded good when I proposed it, but the execution of it proved more boring than I could ever imagine. It's not a good idea when you're falling asleep during the writing is it? Problems included - a lack of focus that resulted in the project being outlined no less than 6 times, sentences that are so wooden that I can practically smell the pine, and a conclusion that whimpers.

Law Class - The EXAM. It came, it went and that was nice.

The Monday night Class - (aka Why I had to miss Heroes) - a series of projects that I apparently did well in and am completly done with.

Plan of Study - Change this, add this, I don't like your format, you need a sentence here that encapsulates your entire project and shows your passion, your squares aren't the right width... and oh, just shove it!

And money? Heh. Yeah, its called none.