Grad school makes me worthless.

Isn't that the opposite of what should happen? Aren't grad students harried with work, frantic with due dates, and obsessively industrious?

While my life is fraught with work and due dates, I am somehow lacking the industriousness. Piles of reading are sat aside for reruns of Gilmore Girls, all of which I've seen multiple times. Reaction papers are secondary to Facebook and Twitter, and research articles fall pitifully behind Survivor, Mad Men, and Community OnDemand (darn you, Charter, for this delightful convenience). My classes are at night, which allows me to sleep as late as I want. This at first seems like a dream-come-true. Alas, sleeping til 11 each day thoroughly impedes any sense of productivity. I eat breakfast at 11, TV break til 12, gym for an hour, reward myself with TV, shower, lunch at 2 (while watching TV, of course), and only then do I start forcing myself to read... during commercial breaks.

It's funny how I get more done when I'm overwhelmingly busy. Last week, for instance, was out of control. But I got things done, bam-bam-bam, because my life had a sudden sense of urgency. This week, though, is the normal workload: 200+ pages of reading, GA hours, a lesson plan, and a journal. Compared to some weeks, this week is a cake walk. But instead of knocking things out and enjoying my leisurely week, I do things like... take two naps on Monday. Who needs TWO naps?! Admittedly, I have a sinus infection and was recovering from a busy weekend, but still: it's not okay. It makes me worthless. Of zero worth.

Today, I vowed to be more productive. When my purposeful alarm went off at 8:30, I hit snooze without guilt. When Lady Gaga (my ringtone, of course) blared her third, no fourth wake up call, I just turned my phone off. Because I'm WORTHLESS.

The bottom line is, I need something to wake up for in the morning. This easy-schmeasy 4-day weekend, night class schedule is ruining my life.