Sigh...

Right now, in this moment, I desperately want to quit graduate school. I hear this is the reaction of nearly every student that graduates from the Master's program and comes into the Psy.D. program who is intent completing the degree in 4 years rather than the customary 5 years. Oh, I know I won't. I know it would take several more moments of desperation for me to give up. But today, on less than 5 hours of sleep and a weekend full of non-fun things to do, I want to go back to bed and say "Fuck You" to everyone.

But, instead, I'll go brush my teeth and put on some semblance of clothing. I'll go to my fucking research meeting, and then my group for ethics will come to our apartment, then I'll make a phone call for my grad admissions job to some grad school hopeful. Then I'll finish this damn psych eval for a client. Then I'll grade midterms and reaction papers. Then I'll go to bed, wake up Saturday, have brunch with friends, and finish the above tasks and do more homework. Then I'll go to bed, wake up, go to church, and come home and finish whatever isn't done. And probably waste time being a whiny baby on this blog.

Yesterday I was in financial aid, and the nice administrative assistant said, "You're right, you shouldn't have a hold on your account for an exit interview. It says here your expected graduation date is two thousand and TEN!" I about passed out. 2010...2010...That seems SO far away....