Third Semester Blues
For the past month or so, as I near the end of my studies, I’ve had this nagging feeling of déjà vu. This morning it hit me—graduate school is like pregnancy.
For the first couple of months, I was excited and anticipatory. Then, a little insecure and overwhelmed. I felt nauseous some mornings.
After a difficult start, I had a honeymoon period. The nausea ceased, I had adjusted to the new routine, and was feeling more confident. I wanted to have sex again.
Now I’m feeling the weight of my responsibilities, like the 60 extra pounds I put on when I was carrying Cakes. I have constant heartburn. I can't sleep. I just want to crawl in my bed with the new Sophie Kinsella.
All this, and not even the consolation of big knockers. Oh, and the baby part.
Is it May yet?
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posted by metro mama @ 3:27 PM
20 Comments:
Would someone wake me up when it IS May? I'm ready.
yeah, third term is a tough climb, with so many papers and so much pressure laid on it as your last chance, but then - blessed release! And instead of sleepless nights and a feeling of cluelessness and helplessness at being someone's bitch, you can go on to better sleep and a sense of accomplishment. It's all good!
When I was at college I had recurring dreams that I was having a baby - I was terrified that my subconcious though i was pregnant! My friend's Mum (a psychoanalyst) said it's really common as a student to have these dreams, and how you feel about the 'pregnancy/baby' in your thought/dreams echos how you feel about your chances of success with your course.
It sounds like you're way ahead of the curve!!
Agreed - May can't come soon enough. At least there is reward at the end (though it would be nice to have the knockers again).
I'm de-lurking to sympathize
I'm in my last semester of college (Under-Grad). I'm slowly realizing that for the first time in my life I will no longer be just a student. Also I've recently been presented with several amazing employment opportunities, and the thought of having to decide the next few years of my life, and the way I start things off,..........
Is damned scary.
Your analogy is bang-on.
Hang in there... I'm sure it's also the slog of the winter that just won't quit?
I would REALLY like to be May right now. No, REALLY.
Will you be finished in May? Congrats if you will be!
I'm glad you at least enjoyed the parts of it you enjoyed. Part of me wishes I could've just stuck it out. But that could've only happened if I had enjoyed some of it, and if I did enjoy anything about it, it wasn't enough.
Anyway, I know it's gotta be really blegh right now, especially since you've essentially accomplished what you set out to do, but I know you'll rock it until the very end. You inspire me, Metro Mama, in more ways than one--as a student, as a mom, and as a person. :)
Ahhh ... May ... it can't come soon enough. The third semester is the hardest but you have more ability to weather it than anyone I know.
No more school for me! Ever again! hahaah!
I hated school. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. OF. IT. It's a marvel I can even read.
No more school for me! Ever again! hahaah!
I hated school. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. OF. IT. It's a marvel I can even read.
I've read wa-a-a-ay too many blogs today with "big knocker" (or references to the same), and since I'm currently in a drought, I'll not comment further.
ah hang in there....before you know it it will be May.
I hope.
Ooh, terrific analogy!
But yes, it will soon be May, and you'll be flinging your cap into the warm sunshine.
(Now go revel in a few pages of Sophie Kinsella! You've earned it!)
yep, I totally see it the same way.
As kitten pie pointed out though at then end of this you get to sleep.
ah sleep. I miss sleep.
You're turning into a real graduate student. The heartburn is pretty much a permanent fixture of post-post-secondary education, and the rumbling stomach is just the beginning of your new psychosomatic body. That's why the sign o'er the door says "Abandon hope all ye who enter here."
You should read more.
Just wanted to say hang in there & Good Luck! :-) Love the analogy!
I know. It is the never ending fucking winter. The season of my discontent. and yours it seems.
Love the analogy!
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