I have finally caught the illness that has been going around. When I’m sick I just want to sleep and tend to get depressed. As a recovering workaholic, not being able to work is difficult. Getting behind in numerous types of work is frustrating. My thesis is progressing, but far from complete. I’m treading water at my “research assistant” job. And I haven’t managed to finish grading the latest batch of papers, partly because I found two cases of plagerism.

Tomorrow I’m going to visit the one PhD program I have heard from, which won’t help me catch up. I’m excited, but nervous.

What has made me extra tired today is my students. They aren’t reading. I tried to lead them through constructing an argument for their next paper, which is due Monday, but since they haven’t read most of the case studies, there wasn’t much for them to say. They are tired, it’s near the end of the term, and this is just a Gen Ed class, but their apathy discourages me. I’m tired of making an effort, when they are doing the bare minimum.