All right, I’m not really sick of research papers, I’m just sick of writing this particular research paper. I thought it would be good therapy just to do something else while the chaos of data and text swirl around inside my head–I can see them every time I close my eyes.
I have spent nearly four weeks on this project. This is a class project that deals with understanding all aspects of qualitative research. Oh, did I mention that it is part of the Criminology program? Umm, I guess I did. Anyway, the amount of time I have spent on the final paper is killing most of my other classes. I am way behind on other papers that need to be handed tomorrow! Yes tomorrow… So it looks like I’ll be doing the 24 hours shift tonight.
Tom’s social life? Well, it sucks because the luxury of having time to spend doing nothing away from the house does not fit into my schedule. Between work, classes and study time, the day is used up. Friends are becoming strangers, and sleeping on my pillow is becoming a weird feeling–ever have that feeling that you are sleeping in someone else’s bed? The couch and lazy-boy recliner are my new dreaming headquarters. Because of this, my back hurts like Hell. I have developed a habit of falling asleep while reading.
Anyway, one more day of lecture, then three exams the following week and it is all over for the semester. The feeling that it is almost over is both sad yet frick’n wonderful, and it can’t come soon enough!
So ya, research… fun stuff. I think after this class I’ll become a hard-ass when critiquing someone else’s’ research paper! I really hope that this is the last research/stats class for me in this degree program? I should check–gulp.
I’m tired and feeling overwhelmed because of the mid terms from this last week and the one slated for next Monday. But, I also have a million other things on the go too: like going to work, tax forms, house maintenance and the annual Air-Care inspection for the vehicle. Instead of writing a well thought out post, I am going to cut it short and focus on getting these projects and needs met, plus attempting to throw in some sleep too if I can? There is the weekend to post a few words, if I can make up time?
I’m meeting up with Mark on Sunday to get together and talk. Mark is the guy I talked about in a couple of posts here, who moved down to Vancouver to work because the forestry industry had shut down, so I’ll have some more updates on him then.
All right, back to some more reading mind numbing stats and research texts. I think I need to buy more Root Beer?
I have been busy. The mid-term crunch is less than a week away and already the jitters are creeping in. Two courses are giving me some trouble because of the reading loads, but I’m hoping that I can pull through. My Stats course is probably going to be the worst because of the technical aspect of it. I manage to pull a all-nighter doing the reading marathon.
This week I signed up for the “Red Dot” program at Canada Post. You tell them that you no longer wish to have junk mail delivered to your mail box, and they will put a red dot on your mailbox so that the Letter Carrier knows not to give you ad mail. Anything that does not have an address on it will not go into the mail box. So if you hate junk mail and figure that you can save a tree, hey, ask for it, or go here to the Red Dot Campaign and print off a form that you can send in to the post office and they will set it up that way. Hey, I think it is a great service not to have junk mail shoved into my mailbox–I just want the bills. Hummm, I wonder if they’ll stop those too?
OK, this is really weird, or what I would call a typical rotten winter–ready. There is still snow on the ground here in Fort Langley; meantime the rest of Langley Township is enjoying brown, warmer snow free weather. Is that not right! There is some weird voo-doo going on here–and I don’t like it. There ought to be a policy in our weather contract that states everyone must suffer equally or I’m not going to participate the next time a storm blow over Langley City–they can deal with it!
Back to the books….