Procastination or Responsibility?

I'm sitting here in my office trying, trying to stay focused on my fellowship work. But all I can think about is comps, comps, comps--only nine weeks from today. Try as I may I know I am often a one-track-mind, get-in-the-zone kind of person. There's only one problem--graduate school isn't set up that way. It's funny how professors on the other side of the Rubicon stress the slow, simmering approach to learning the craft of one's field. Do they really read only one book over the entire weekend and not feel guilty about it? Hmmm.

Setting out

As the name suggest, graduate school is sometimes like, well, not being able to see the forest for the trees. I suppose all of life is like this, but somehow graduate school only compounds the problem.

I've been through plenty of graduate school (a master's degree from North Carolina in the communication field) with plenty more to go (at least three more after the two under my belt in a political science program). I'm not a habitual poster, but my musings sometimes don't belong either to myself (resulting in muttering to myself, particularly in the shower) or the paper journal. But it's hopefully going to help someone else out there who's also on the long, twisted path to academic glory.

Great. It's only my first post and I've already violated my New Year's Resolution: get to the sack earlier.