I'd rather be doing something else.

So, I started a doctoral program on Monday. I have had some angst over it. If I weren't so good at anticipating what's to come and looking at the big picture, I probably wouldn't have panicked over it last night. "What program?" you ask. PhD in Industrial/Organizational Psychology.

So, instead of actually working on the writing assignment that's due this evening, thereby possibly eliminating a little of the angst, I am taking pictures of other things that are sources of angst. I know that the folks from my Power of Purpose class are howling right about now. Especially since we spent a good deal of time talking about my angst over these things today. Please understand this is purely for entertainment. I really was paying attention and really did take away some valuable tools.

I will complete my coursework this evening, provided that I am not distracted by my promises of posting pictures of chaos on my blog. So, you see, I'm obligated to take a break and take some pictures and then blog about them.

The chair...dear God...the chair...it just keeps getting worse and after careful examination of its underside, I have determined that it is irreparable. I was going to stop at Staples on my way home this evening to get a new one, but I was so hungry I couldn't think straight. How about this chair? And more of the home office chaos? I have been putting a pillow on the low side of the chair so that I can still sit at the desk in reasonably okay comfort. That's funny, I know. If I sit here too long, it's quite painful.

I suppose I've avoided my academic task long enough. Not that I can't do it. The assignment is to talk about one of the university policies--synthesize and discuss its application. I chose Satisfactory Academic Progress, since the policy is very similar to the one at ITT. I am confident that I explained this policy to no less than 50 students every quarter while I was working there. As such, I feel that I can convey this information rather easily to anyone who will listen. So, what's the hold up? I'd rather be doing something else.