There are days when you are shattered. When you can't see things that are real or the real meanings of things but get stuck in routines, tasks and duties. Hauling fruit and milk from one building to another, listening to bitter feedback from the kitchen when the timetables don't match and from the visitors when the timetables don't match. Wondering how many loafs of toast five families and ten volunteers can eat in a day (around 10). Days when you feel that all of a sudden you have 18 mouths to feed and two colleagues to herd.
Days when you hear that your one on one meeting with your supervisor has been forgotten from the schedule and days when the programme only you were volunteering to design seems to be designed without you.
Days when you realize that the peace degrees all over the world are mostly occupied by Americans and that it might not be realistic to fix all the bad grades you've got in your degree during the next academic year.
Some days you just feel that would've been worth skipping.
Sorry for the whining.
Days when you hear that your one on one meeting with your supervisor has been forgotten from the schedule and days when the programme only you were volunteering to design seems to be designed without you.
Days when you realize that the peace degrees all over the world are mostly occupied by Americans and that it might not be realistic to fix all the bad grades you've got in your degree during the next academic year.
Some days you just feel that would've been worth skipping.
Sorry for the whining.
2 kommenttia:
En tiedä kääntyvätkö noista kaikki parhain päin, niin kuin Juliana Norwichlainen väittäisi, mutta varmaan aika moni ainakin jollain tavalla.
Ja mieti, amerikkalaiset käyvät aika paljon sotia maailmassa. Eikös rauhantutkimus teekin heille aika hyvää.
Hei Jude, kiitos :) Mä uskon kyllä, että asiat järjestyy, välillä pitää vähän päästää höyryjä. Ainakin mun työläs leiriporukka on lapsia eikä aikuisia, niin kuin toisten tämän viikon haasteet. Ihmisiä on välillä vaikea ymmärtää.
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