this semester. It’s not just that I can’t catch up, it’s that I’m continuously on the verge of letting reality slip into the past long before I get a chance to work on it.
It’s a nonstop scramble. Anybody I talk to, any question they ask, I have no idea the answer, despite the fact that it’s my responsibility not only to know, but to have known last week.
“Oh, shit!” moments proliferate.
It’s driving me absolutely crazy. Frustration is coursing through my veins in the way that icewater ought to be and usually is.
I will double my gray hair this semester.