I spent this entire weekend for the most part doing homework, something that I am loath to do, but due to the insane schedule that I have I have little recourse on the matter. It is either do or die, and I am doing. I finally put down the book and am thinking about heading to bed for the night, before midnight even, mostly cause if I read anymore my head will probably explode from the building headache. I spent yesterday reading about ancient history (which was a treat for me, I really enjoyed reading about early greek civilization for the first time in about 4 years), and then I read a few good articles in several journals. Ok, so it doesn’t sound like it was exciting, and I can’t lie that I wasn’t bored at times, but really, it is interesting overall. Today was a different matter, I spent my day reading about how american historiography complaining about how american history isn’t the center of the universe…a strange thought when you concider that of the about 10,000 years of known knowledge about history, the US is only in existance for the last 200+ years….hmmmm….go figure…(notice the dripping sarcasm, just i’ve read 300 pages today over this). I was hoping to get more done on a huge paper that I need a rough draft over for friday this weekend, but I just ran out of time and will-power, I just can’t focus anylonger tonight. I have a minor (or relatively minor) frustration at what this is all getting me, just a thought playing out in the back of my head, but worrysome at this point of the night none the less. I’ve been told by other grad students that it is natural right now to feel this in the first semester, that I just have to hold on till the end, but still it is a lonely road I’m walking.