When you try to juggle a lot tasks it makes it difficult to anticipate what will happen the next (few) day(s). What is only possible to know is what needs to be done now. Other than that, it is a mixture of surprise and relief if you are able to take a break, and how enjoyable that is.
It has become extremely easy to spot when I am back in the trenches of academia. Daily musings becomes rare in this space. Instead it becomes very random and unpredictable — unwillingly so.
Not to mention, my journalistic work will also suffer— unwillingly —for the sake of academic deadlines.
This post serves more of a heads-up that it is now with greater certainty that I am unable, or have less time, to give this blog attention the next coming weeks. I have several academic essays I need to finish during that time — smashing out, the end sum, about 7,000 words. That is of course the end product, excluding drafts.
As usual I will get through it, and hopefully I can squeeze in the odd post here and there, for the sake of writing something different and to avoid making my [written] voice sound too academic and stale.
Until you have been an academic yourself, never say they are lazy and unproductive. Some of us actually work hard. We do not clock in 9 am and then clock out at 5 pm. That is a life most of use yearn for, being able to have a set schedule. The ability to plan our lives is very elusive to us.
An academic clocks in when the semester starts and clocks out when it ends. In between that period of time we work hard — research, gather information, collect data, read copious amount of pages and write our fingers raw. What we get in return is knowledge and some kind of standardised grade based on nothing but bollocks.
This is also a time my production of news articles and columns decline drastically. If a lead for a news story goes cold it is easy to explain to your editor, as s/he has been there themselves and understand your situation. Letting you pursue another story with a stronger lead — no worries.
Academia is not that forgiving. Either you complete your assignment and receive a subjective mark, or else you fail — forced to go back to start without collecting your cash. Told you will learn from mistakes, but never given a second chance.
All you can do to stay sane is to cling those moments you should be researching, but decide that it is okay to take a short break from academia. So exhausted that even reading a book by your favourite author makes you sigh. Only tempted to watch TV with a blank stare.
It has not killed me, so I can only assume it has made me stronger. If I only could explain what I have become stronger in.
At least I have snus (Swedish moist tobacco enjoyed orally) and beer. Indulging in some good old escapism.
NB: This was written as an exercise in roman-à-clef. No editing — just a stream-of-consciousness.