As an overly anxious/depressed person, college classes make it much much worse. And no I don’t take any in person—and still that changes nothing. I’ve been told and know it personally to be true that online are waaaaay more work. The very few in person classes I had were nothing compared to the constant flow of online assignments. I just can’t wait for April to be over. I have, besides regular assignments, about ten (give or take) essays due this month or at the beginning of the next.
What I’d rather be doing:
- Reading for fun.
- Talking all night/day with my friends about our current obsessions/fandom things.
- Resting in bed all day.
- Writing for fun.
What I have to do:
- Homework of all forms.
- Agonize all day and night over the whims of professors.
- Lose sleep and probably some years off my life for every exploding, random bubble of anxiety.
Of course, this means I’m behind on reading books and blogging—ahem to all the blitz posts and cover reveals lately. According to Goodreads, I’m eight books behind schedule. Will I catch up to my goal of 80 books this year? I don’t know. I could. But I do have certain plans to write on my WIP every day this summer. A doable daily goal of a solid two thousand. So there’s hope for me. Maybe.
Do you ever feel bad looking on Goodreads and seeing others already reaching over 50% of their goals? I’m talking about already have read 35-40+ books at this point. I could do it but not with my classes. I can’t even seriously write on my WIP in fear of abandoning my homework that I already struggle with mentally to even want to do. I’m procrastinating even now.
And since I’m behind on reading and blogging, the blog is currently sitting low on views. I feel really bad about it—but I know I have a legitimate reason for not being too terribly active. I’m trying to remedy the problem, but we’ll see if I’m successful or not.