That time of year.
Oh boy, where do I start.
It’s that time of year, which means:
- illness factor x100%. So far we have weathered two stomach bugs (one me, one W), and poor V has scarlet fever. (as an aside, when I told my coworkers, the unanimous reaction was “How Victorian!”)
- stress factor x100%. End of term is approaching, so the work is piling up. It’s doable, but just a lot at once. I am TAing for two courses this term, plus co-ordinating another class. Just a couple weeks to go and then next term will be much less busy. Oh, who am I kidding, it will totally be as busy, just a different kind of busy.
- impostor syndrome factor x100%. I have two articles to write (one before end of the year) and I am applying to grad school. Needless to say I feel like a total hack.
Deep breaths. I can do this.