I hate when I feel like I am wasting my time.  I work and work and work on something (in this case an assignment for school) and half way through I realize that this assignment is busy work.  But if I don’t do it I won’t pass the class, and if I don’t pass the class then I’m a doofus, so to create the illusion of progress I press the accelerator but there is not traction between my tires and the ground and I just spin my wheels.

I don’t mind throwing hours behind something that I know will get me somewhere.  I don’t mind hard work.  But I hate it when I don’t feel like there is any progress.  Frustrating.  This is the only time in my entire masters program that I have felt this level of frustration with an assignment.  I feel like I’ve benefited from every single reading assignment and project up to this one.

So I’m going to turn this assignment in . . . frustrated with it.

So yeah . . . just venting.  And since this is my blog I’ll write whatever I want!

Boom Roasted!