The term is almost over. Which means obvious end term pressures, but I’ve got a lot more piled up. Exams and such.
Anyway, it was supposed to be earlier in the term. Scheduling issues, forced it to the 22nd of this month. So my life near stalled for the past week. Then came the first SNAFU, and it got pushed to the 29th or some such. Fine. Then said SNAFUs cascaded, and now it looks something like a month away.
I should be happy, but I’m not. I don’t like being scared and tense and all that sort of thing.
I mean, not in an academic setting. Don’t I have 19 million other outlets for these sorts of emotions? God.