The end is near
Not often can anyone really say the earth shook, or worlds collided. Today I found that sometimes we can say just that.
I haven’t slept since Wednesday. In the service of my several Term papers, I’ve been writing non-stop for the last week, with only one sleep-filled Tuesday night. Since Saturday I’ve been pulling consecutive all-nighters.
Today, at 8:00 AM I finished my final semester paper on Charter schools, and at 8:30 AM I went to Math.
At 9:20 AM Math ended, and at 9:30 AM I was out to the Research Triangle Park picking up computers. By 11:30 AM I’d made two trips, and met with the advisor for OSAF and the SOFC so that I might secure the needed tax exemption ID to make our acquisitions legal.
Then, at 1:00 PM I was back into the RTP on a wild chase for the offices of the NIEH to find out about more Computers for my Non-Profit Initiative, Project SKY.
By 3:00 PM I was back at Duke, in my Research lab, running PCR in the hopes of wrapping up my research for the Semester.
At 4:00 PM I met with the Techtronics team, coordinated a Demonstration for tomorrow morning’s “Saturday at Duke” session, and agreed to write a short biography about myself.
By 5:00 PM I was racing to load all of the computers received today into my undersized, over-cramped Dorm room, and by 6:15 I was on West campus enjoying dinner as part of our Awaaz cultural celebration.
The celebration lasted until 10:00 PM and now here I blog this message – on a total of 12 hours of sleep for the entire week, dead exhausted and completely paralyzed. In the final hour I must write an application for Students of the World so that I might have the summer of a lifetime.
I feel so overwhelmed right now, and depressed. Not triumphant in any way. At times like these, with whom do I turn to for comfort? What entity can save my trodden spirit?
I haven’t slept since Wednesday. In the service of my several Term papers, I’ve been writing non-stop for the last week, with only one sleep-filled Tuesday night. Since Saturday I’ve been pulling consecutive all-nighters.
Today, at 8:00 AM I finished my final semester paper on Charter schools, and at 8:30 AM I went to Math.
At 9:20 AM Math ended, and at 9:30 AM I was out to the Research Triangle Park picking up computers. By 11:30 AM I’d made two trips, and met with the advisor for OSAF and the SOFC so that I might secure the needed tax exemption ID to make our acquisitions legal.
Then, at 1:00 PM I was back into the RTP on a wild chase for the offices of the NIEH to find out about more Computers for my Non-Profit Initiative, Project SKY.
By 3:00 PM I was back at Duke, in my Research lab, running PCR in the hopes of wrapping up my research for the Semester.
At 4:00 PM I met with the Techtronics team, coordinated a Demonstration for tomorrow morning’s “Saturday at Duke” session, and agreed to write a short biography about myself.
By 5:00 PM I was racing to load all of the computers received today into my undersized, over-cramped Dorm room, and by 6:15 I was on West campus enjoying dinner as part of our Awaaz cultural celebration.
The celebration lasted until 10:00 PM and now here I blog this message – on a total of 12 hours of sleep for the entire week, dead exhausted and completely paralyzed. In the final hour I must write an application for Students of the World so that I might have the summer of a lifetime.
I feel so overwhelmed right now, and depressed. Not triumphant in any way. At times like these, with whom do I turn to for comfort? What entity can save my trodden spirit?
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