I woke up at six am today, as usual. Did all the morning things people usually do. I also had a coffee even though I am trying to cut back. Saw my husband out the door. Did research on the appointment I had today. I had hoped to have some time to myself today to do my university work.
Didn’t happen. I went to the appointment. I took my MIL shopping. Then I took my M (mother, lol.) shopping. Then I came straight back and started teaching.
I might have some time tonight to do it but it seems unlikely.
This is the thing, though; I am actually doing a full time course from home. Nobody seems to understand that. In a full time course, lectures and seminars usually span the hours of 8am-6pm. There are at least 20 hours of accompanied study a week, then three hours of self-study.
All my study has to be self study.
I need my time to study.
I am not focusing on my university work at ALL.
The only time I get to open my books is when I have to research for an assignment. I have two of those every month.
I need time to study individually.
I don’t think my families understand this.
They think I can willy nilly go here and there because I ‘study from home’.
No. I can’t. I need to dedicate un-interrupted time for study.
This is ridiculous.
I think this is the real reason behind my gradual mental declination.
Over and out.