It's conditional

I'm just beginning to fully realize how much work goes into writing a thesis. Granted, this thesis is slightly smaller than say a graduate thesis would be. I am working with an end goal of somewhere between thirty and sixty pages. Yet the time and consideration going into it is on the one hand a great learning experience and on the other hand completely exhausting.

The weekly schedule goes like this:

Monday is library day. Five hours or more at the least, must be spent sitting in a tiny cubicle going over research articles I gathered last semester. I transfer any pertinent notes that were previously highlighted to a notecard. These notecards are then organized by subject and relevance, color-coded and paper clipped. I then prepare any questions I have for Dr.Herman on my thesis writing and jot those down on the handy yellow notepad.

Tuesday is class day. I get up early for a morning does of coffee, strap myself on to the bicycle and hike it up to my first class. The first class of the day is an Honors Forum, called "The Body Politic". The subject matter is fascinating! We are focusing on the body as it has appeared symbolically throughout history. We began tracing it from Ancient Greek and are now into the exegesis of the Christian era. We examine such hot topics as power and sexuality. Accompanying each class is an article to be read of anywhere from 40 to 50 pages. We are suppose to read this before class, take notes, and then email those notes (every page must be cited) to the professor. The first few times I did this daily assignment, it took me six hours.
Next comes my noon-thirty meeting with Dr.Herman to discuss the progress of my thesis. This always invovles a slight moment of anxiety on my way up to the office, as I'm quickly racking my brain to make sure I have something intelligable to say about the research, or if I have unfortunately slacked off and have nothign to present, I go in with my tail between my legs and try to bullshit my way through the quick meeting with small talk. I hate when I'm not prepared. Tuesdays are my lunch alone days, then off to the library for a two hour nap cozied up in a corner somewhere along the fourth of fifth floor.
Phone alarm wakes me at 345 for math class at 4pm. Class ends somewhere around 515, where I will go grab some coffee and head to work. Work lasts from 630 until around 1am. Aaaand, crash.

Wednesday. Wednesdays are suppose to be a library study day, but generally, this days ends up being a half-breather and half-worker day. I wake up slower, take my time getting up to school. Sometimes I will break up the studying by doing an hour workout in the gym. Around 1pm I will spend four hours in the library, then peddle home on the bicycle and watch tv so that my brain does not have to function meaninfully for a while. Sometimes I have to work, and if so then it is a 330pm shift until around 1 in the morning. I like working on Wednesdays because Raj cooks me food, and I drink a lot of free wine.

Thursday. Repeat of Tuesday, with the exception of no metting with Dr. Herman. Instead, I will usually grab lunch with my dearest friend John. Gyros are our favorite. Pizza comes in a close second. Then there are the bbq burgers at that one place... I can never remember the name. It's smokey in there (ewww).

Friday. Friday is home day. This is the day I do laundry. Clean house. Get groceries. Take care of the animals. Jog the six mile loop that I love. And then go to work, again.

Saturday. Homework until work. Work until sleep. Sleep.

Sunday is completely spontaneous. I don't know what happens on Sundays. Sundays just happen. Dinner in the evening with friends, usually.