Depending on when your university or college marks the start of the semester you may be 13 weeks in or 10 into the semester. Considering a semester is usually 15 weeks, with an extra week for finals, you may be nearly there at the end of the semester.
Regardless of how many weeks, anything after 10 is practically useless.
Your grades are set, for the most part. Only a miracle can bring you up an entire grade. Only a disaster can plunge you into failing, depending on where your grades usually hover.
I think this is the hardest part of the semester. Students are tired. Teachers are tired. Administrators are tired. We are all tired.
This year is especially taxing because someone put a very pivotal election in the middle of the semester. While not all students are up on their politics, they are probably aware enough to pick up on the durm and strang that is at a boil at the moment. Reminder, the literal translation of durm and strang is that there is a storm and stress. The Germans really know their way around a phrase
And it took me 5 times to type durm and retype durm after the autocorrect that I didn’t ask for changed it to drum. FIVE times. No wonder we’re tired.
It is too soon to start planning your winter break and too late to “fix” your grades. But you should have bought your plane ticket home weeks ago. You know, for the best price.
It is too soon to start planning for the Summer semester. Planning for Spring? That started almost as soon as the Fall semester started. Planning for graduation? That started before your first class, dear.
No wonder we are tired.
And stressed.
According to the dictionary being tired and stressed at the same time means we are burned out.
Writing as a long-term healthcare professional of 26 years and a nurse for 23 years, my first response is no shit.
Writing as a long-term student who is on her third degree in ten years, my first response is no shit.
Take a deep breath.
This is where the mantra the only way out is through is useful.
Insert whatever mantra you use here.
Just keep swimming.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 