Let's see what I have to do this week....
Well, I got a message from the local credit union saying that I have 70 dollars in overdraft fees. My account went 20 dollars negative a while back, and I decided to just let it be fore a while since I didn't get any fees at the time. No big deal, except for my inability to read the fine print and realize that after a certain period of negative-ness, you get a 5 dollar fee for every time you are negative. And of course they wait a while to contact you....
A handful of assorted assignments. Not really anything to stress about, but my schedule is such a cluster that it's hard to put time aside to sit down and be able to really work on them. I have lots of little breaks here and there and a lack of big breaks.
Finish a final paper for a very meticulous professor that acts all empathetic and understanding but slashes points here and there if it's not done "her way" even though it follows the rubric.
Register for classes. Now, this should have been simple. I've known what classes I need to take for a while, and I went to register for them as soon as registration opens up. However, there are these stupid weekend classes at my school for grad students in my department. They meet Friday night and all day Saturday once a month. They're offered at the same times but on different weekends. This creates a time conflict error in the computer system. No big deal, I just need to contact my advisor to do an override...
...except my advisor is that same anal professor I just mentioned. Instead of simply helping me, she insists that I put aside the time to talk to her face to face about what classes I want to take... yeah, I have time to meet up with you, as a full time student who works 20 hours a week and tries to maintain a life outside of that! What's the point of going to see you if I don't need you for anything? But if I argue with her, she'll just be a mega bitch to me when grading my papers.
See, in situations like this, the solutions should be a bit more simple but people have a tendency to pledge allegiance to the shit they're affiliated with.... I find that corporate banks will refund fees much more quickly because the tellers care more about me, a fellow human being, than their corporate overlords, while bank tellers at credit unions act incredibly snotty in situations like this. Professors demand that students don't have a fucking life outside of college... so helpful for a therapy major to ONLY be immersed in therapy related things and nothing else! I wonder why there is such a high burnout rate for music therapists??? Unlike the rest of my colleagues, I do not pledge allegiance to the education institution of America that is based on sucking up as much money, mental space, and time as possible.... and I honestly think that's the reason I've managed to get through without appearing to give a fuck.
But I do give somewhat of a fuck, because I do want to get out of here. It is very frustrating being bound to classes. I pay so much money to work! And it's not enlightening work, it's very mind-cluttery busy work, easy stuff that just takes the emphasis away from the things that matter in life, the more simple things like spending time out in nature, spiritual practice, enjoying time with friends without something looming in the distance, and most importantly, the psytrancier things in life! I make it a point to put time aside to do this stuff, but it's really not enough. I wish I could just hide in my room and smoke pot until this grad school thing blows over :P I think at least next semester will be easier because my schedule will be more organized.
And the last thing I have to do this week:
Not vote! This one should be self explanatory, but for those that would like a simple explanation: I don't like the giant douche any better than the turd sandwich.
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