duck-shaped pain

Four school days between now and next Tuesday. In that time, four tests. A ten-page paper due. And I have to help teach a class on Monday, on a subject I still know very little about (museum exhibit design). In order to teach this class, I have to interview this guy who works at the local museum. Which would be fine, except that he is nowhere to be found. I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack.

It dawned on me yesterday while I was at work that as much as I've bitched about my job, it is much, much easier than school is. There's never any deadlines, nothing ever gets done, I can take weeks off without much consequence. Of course, I felt sort of stagnant there, too, so this is sort of pointless nostalgia for leisure time of the past. And a good sign that I should get back to work.

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