Grad school sucks...

After having an asthma attack last night, I went off to work at the hospital this morning. Things got crazy and some genius assigned me 8 clients without telling me. WONDERFUL. I can't talk about work much, but today was CRAZY and STRESSFUL.

Then I had supervision. She kept me late. I had 8 minutes to run down the street, over a bridge, through a tunnel, up a hill, and hop on an elevator to make my session on campus (I work on the other side of the river.)

Sprinting through the tunnel with my gigantic coffee tin banging against my leg with my already-upset lungs sucking in tunnel fumes, I realized that Graduate School Sucks. I sat with sweat running down my face for the beginning of my session. Therapeutic.

Now, after working since 8am, I finally had a break to eat at 5:30 before class at 6pm. (Lunch just never happens, and dinner is a sometimes deal. I once shamefully scarfed a salad with my hands on a bus taking me from my old practicum site to campus. I had no utensils, hadn't eaten for 10 hours, and had no breaks for 4 more.) Class was brutal with an hour and a half devoted to syllabus reading. (It's a cross-registered co-taught class.) Holy crap. I was so tired and sick of everything...

Heh...and I scared a junior. She asked me about psych doctoral programs. I told her that, well, they're brutal. My classmate chimed in: "I haven't eaten yet today. I haven't even had time to pee." I noted that I cried myself to sleep last night after realizing that the semester had started again.

Wow. So, I still promote grad school. But not on days like today...

Alright, well, off to make sure my lecture is in teachable condition....