Holy Grad School, Batman!

I’ve been preparing myself for how incredibly busy this last semester of grad school was going to be pretty much since I started last year. I knew, somewhere deep inside that place in my stomach where anxiety sleeps, that a full course load, my assistantship, advising, and job searching were going to steamroll me.

But I didn’t really understand until it happened. I was trying to schedule watching a movie with my friends today (not even in a theater, a DVD), and during every day and time that they suggested, I need to be doing homework. My job search process has blissfully wound down (more details at another time), but that time has certainly been replaced by the number of events and programs I need to plan and attend in the next few weeks. I’ll turn in my last assignment and presentation on the DAY of my graduate recognition ceremony, just hours before I’m hooded.

It appears that the final weeks of graduate school are going to progress much in the same vein as every other end-of-semester rush for me. Nose to the grindstone and don’t stop for air until May 5.

But let me tell you; on May 5, I’m probably going to start realizing how much I’m going to miss it.

What about when there is no homework?

I was on Klout.com earlier this week, checking up on how much klout I have, who I’m influencing, whether I’ve earned any good free stuff lately, etc. And alas, while I was there, I discovered that Klout thinks I am influential about a new topic: HOMEWORK.

That’s right, the internet knows how much homework I do. This caused me to reflect on a few things. Firstly, I’m sorry to everyone who has read all of my Facebook and Twitter posts about homework in the past year and a half (and by year and a half, I mean…6 years or so). Klout did not explicitly tell me this, but I think that my influence in this area has a lot to do with complaining. The second thought that went through my mind was how I am about to become completely non-influential about homework in approximately 3 months.

I’m not concerned about the latter part because I am going to lose my chances of getting a Subaru snuggie or some other prize from Klout, but because I am going to be confused as all get out when I don’t have homework. I have a historically love-hate relationship with homework. Before I even had real homework as a child, I used to play school with my sister and give her take home assignments to complete and turn in. I don’t know that she could actually write at this time, so it was rather pointless, but there is something about the act of producing and synthesizing a product based on the knowledge you are supposed to be attaining in a class (and getting validated, especially) that I just love.

Sadly, I’m also a classic procrastinator. I think that I actually get more validation for a job well done when I completed it in an inhuman amount of time. I’ve always been the last minute writer who churns out A’s. I’m not saying this to make enemies, but to illustrate my point. Homework is a major part of my life. Writing those papers is represents a series of quantifiable, validating landmarks in my life that says “Hey, look, you’re doing something! Go you!”

So when the new Fall semester rolls around, I think that at first I am going to celebrate my new-found non-student status like a kid in a candy store. But once I’m done stuffing my face with nonpareils and gummy candies in the shape of bugs, I may be a little bit (a lot) bored. (That was metaphorical, but if anyone wants to send me a graduation gift, those are some of my favorite candies)

So starting now, I’m taking suggestions on what to do in my non-homework grown up life. So please, give me a hand on this one, folks.