In Short of Time

Recently I’ve regained certain order in daily schedule. Sleep before 1:00 and get up at 8:00.

Yet this morning I spent almost three hours on email replies alone. Most of them are business in character. After taking care of them, I was exhausted. Hardly believe so much time spent on trivialities. How can I squeeze more time for reading and writing, for doing something more productive? I really don’t want to waste my rarely gained order of daily life. It will be pointless to get up so early only to write emails. Got to find a way out of this. I need to read, to concentrate, and to write as possible as I can.

Host

Coming to school to host two seminars in a conference that provides a platform for graduate students to read their papers.

Saturday. A fine day. And I’m here to work instead of staying home to enjoy holidays with my family.

Well, that’s part of life. In fact, after I saw my colleague’s face the other day, a face that has been furrowed with lines of tiredness, I simply could not answer the call for my assistance to host one more seminar than initially scheduled.

Yet I’m still happy to be here. Honestly, students to me are always more precious than teachers or already established scholars. Remembering my student days embedded in anxiety for the future and disorientation concerning research, I would be happy to contribute a little of my time to encouraging them.

But just don’t make me do more than I can offer. Thank god conference of this type happens only once in a while. I myself definitely need some rest and more time to handle my own business.

Tidy Room Disrupted

The other day I wrote about going to start tidying my room. Yet the procedure was called off for some reason I can't remember now. Likely certain familial concerns in need of being taken care of.

OK, now I got to start it all over again. Hopefully by this Sunday I can finish the job imposed on me by myself.