SpoilerThe situation. I'm doing a summer scholarship (ten weeks helping run an experiment, solid pay, similar gig to last year), and also a practical summer school paper that's a course requirement (the practical, field-work portion of my Conservation Ecology major). Due to a fun oversight from when I transferred universities, however, I've done all the papers necessary for my degree but haven't done enough papers. This means I signed up for whatever had no pre-requisites and let me graduate before Semester 1, which is Marketing 101. Add in Field Ecology and that's my two papers I need. Graduate in April, be fully eligible for the JET Programme (for which the interview was on the Thursday after the above post). Awesome.

Be hella disorganised, and discover we're heading off on the week-and-a-half ecology field trip the day after next. Fail to mention this to the summer scholarship supervisor. Flick them an email the morning before I leave with profuse apologising.

Field trip was fun. Scrambling to get the MKTG assignments I missed deadlines for because I was catching spiders is less fun. Getting an email from my supervisor saying how annoyed he is with me for up and leaving, plus how some disciplinary committee or another is on standby to measure up my case to continue the scholarship? Even less fun again.

Sprint around campus that afternoon trying to find the required plants and wasps to restart my insect culture, so I've got bugs to do experiments with. Stop by my supervisor's before he knocks off for the Friday, tell him I'll be working like a madbitch from Monday onward to get him some results.

Work Saturday and Sunday. Still no clue what I'm supposed to be handing in for Marketing on Monday. Still not sure how I'm going to fit two sets of lectures around the work I need to do to get the results I've promised. Promised my dad I'd help paint the house Wednesday (national holiday), JET interview Thursday morning.

Monday, Feb 5. Only hyperparasitoids have emerged in my cultures (parasitoids of the wasp I'm actually trying to culture). Can't actually do any experiments without the wasps. Not many aphids or wasps left out in the field after averse weather conditions. Forced to raid probably-experimental plants in the greenhouses for aphids; hopefully they weren't measuring biomass.
Marketing lecturer gave me plenty of leniency and time to hand stuff in. That was nice. Final exam for that is on the coming Monday. Less nice.

Tuesday. More of the same. Have a nervous breakdown over my inability to do stats for Field Ecology, unless I already did that Monday. Leave my wallet at uni but take my bus card and ATM card (and my keys, though I didn't know it).

Wednesday was a national holiday. Do a decent job being a competent daughter and amateur housepainter.

Thursday. Interview. Went all right. Practice presentation for Field Ecology. Also went all right. Still too many hypers. Not enough wasps.

Friday. Final presentation was fine. Resits for Marketing were fine. Still have been too petrified to actually go and talk to my supervisor face-to-face for most of the week. Work that evening.

Work was horrendous on Sunday, didn't study enough for Marketing. Missed my friend's 21st on Saturday because I was running on fumes for the past couple days and was exhausted. Still running on fumes right now.

Monday 11. Marketing exam. Kicked its arse after a quick perusal of lecture slides on the bus ride in, and being twenty minutes late. Still avoiding my supervisor. Wondering if he'd notice the difference if I used hypers in my experiment.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Slow descent into one of my misanthropic slumps. Run wasps through experiment. May or may not have disregarded whether I was using the right ones. Supervisor is happy enough that results are coming out that I don't care too hard. Boyfriend is too clingy, or I'm too asexual/sick of human contact. Not in a mood to resolve it; talking it over this morning consists of him trying to make me say anything while I fight my fight-or-flight response. Fuck Valentines Day. Notice myself becoming increasingly alert to ways I could get myself hurt; put the banalities of academia on hold. Too-small gaps in traffic. Dangerous-looking dudes I could heckle. Cops I could punch. Bridges I could burn. Emotional stabilities I could throw into the spotlight; make them question my suitability to teach overseas for a year. Stick to the footpath.

Friday. Starting/finishing up my Field Ecology report. 50%, equates to the course's final exam. Check the course outline; it was due Wednesday. Hand-ins more than 1 day late have half the final grade slashed off. Work in two hours. Negotiated a hand-in date of "sometime this weekend" without penalty. Relieved, but have another 21st to attend.

Fucking exhausted. Summer Scholarship presentation on Wednesday. Sufficient data to present at said presentation's existence questionable. Still several more weeks of not having enough wasps, to make up for losing several weeks to make sure I can graduate.

So fucking sick of all of this. Don't find out about Japan until April. No clue what my plans are if I don't get in. Even less clue how I'd amuse myself until August if I did.