The last week has been a whirlwind. And not one of those small dust-devil things. I mean a full blown twister, capable of uprooting schedules, minds, lives and everything inbetween. I’ve been asking myself more and more what ever possesed me to do the BS/MS. And what is even more worrisome is that Jayesh, someone whom I generally look to for support when it comes to keeping up with school work, is feeling just as much heat as I am, thought he is taking one less course.

It all started when I took a day off, last Friday. I had no classes anyway that day, so I slept in, went to work in the evening, visited a bar in the night, and had a very interesting conversation with a few Americans at the bar that night. The work started on Saturday, and has not stopped. Much of the grief is being caused by CS 576. The professor is a first rate b*tch who seemed least inclined to help me even when I specifically asked her for it. I am going to try to meet her this evening in her office…hopefully she’ll be better. I’ll go if I don’t fall asleep. It is 6:33 AM and I’ve not slept all night. I’ve been up trying to figure out the first damn assignment for this course.

About an hour and a half ago, I was seriously disheartened. I was considereing dropping the course, and if one more thing had gone wrong, I would have just bundled up in bed and sobbed. That is the extent of the pressure I’m feeling from the classes I have. And I’ve not even started thinking off the two potentially biggest projects of the term.

Okay, so my bitch-fest is over. I am feeling mildly better.