Can I take a moment to rant?

Let me preface this by saying that I adore my husband and couldn't be happier with him. Having said that, I'm gonna take a minute to complain. Not about him, of course.

What is it about college professors that inspires them to ALL have big projects, papers, and tests all at the same time? Is it some sort of loyalty test, to see which course I elect to devote the most attention to? I am dying under a mountain of peer-reviewed articles about maternal stress and learning disabilities, and the sad thing is: I PICKED MY OWN TOPIC! Yep, I did this to MYSELF. Dana, pick a research topic....oh, would you like to write about something really really difficult to grasp, much less paraphrase? Ah, yes, you have chosen wisely....this paper will make you want to curl into a ball and rock yourself while muttering incoherently about attachment behaviors in infants....Well Done! Oh, and by the way, you have a test almost every single week from now until the end of school, so forget about writing any of those thank-you cards or even sending out reception invitations. You simply are going to have to send those via email......Yeah, because you have almost officially given up on relying upon REAL mail. Who knows where things that you MAIL actually GO? Not that the blame lies with the USPS...but I have to be frustrated at someone besides my procrastinating self.....*sigh*

I am finished complaining. I must return back to the task of compiling vast amounts research into a measly ten pages. Then, perhaps I will study for my test tomorrow. Or write thank-you cards. Or go to sleep.

For what it is worth, I'm sorry to anyone who read this thinking it might have any entertainment value whatsoever. Today, this blog is my whipping post, since I'm not a sadomasochist, although my self-inflicted research paper topic choice would indicate to the contrary.