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.