Handling the daily grind (coffee not included)

Whether you’re an overworked teacher who can’t seem to find a break from nagging students to those nagging students who stoop to any level for extra credit- we can’t escape the workload.

Hiding under an oversized jacket in the corner of the classroom simply won’t take you to a far off country where homework simply doesn’t exist. Planning when to cry about your work anxiety may lessen your stress level, but won’t push your textbooks into a flaming pit of fire. Homework, extra credit projects, and promises we seem to have no capability in keeping: We aren’t magicians. We can’t make work disappear unless we deal with it.

It’s often we find ourselves piling so much un necessary work on top of our actual “needs to be done” tasks. On top of completing a formal Biology lab report, we’re starting another for extra credit. It’s either we’re acting as an overachiever, or that our priorities need a little work.

Re-organizing a class binder may seem helpful, for let’s say binder checks. But making this a goal between studying for an exam and calling college recruiters is absolutely ridiculous. On the surface, keeping our priorities in check seems like an easy thing to do. However when it comes to actually making that list and following it, it’s sucks more than a Hoover vacuum.

It’s hard keeping priorities. Even the most organized and well focused of individuals find themselves find themselves making depression doodles because they missed a deadline or forgot to pick up supplies for a project.

Depression doodles n. 1. The act of displaying one’s miserable feelings into random pictures.
2. When the creation of mushrooms growing out of Raul Castro’s noggin in a visual sense seem to be okay. (God bless Cuba)

Now those empty promises that were spoken about earlier are mistakes many make. Teachers who agree to watch a classroom while the teacher of that class takes a trip to the restroom is a somewhat of a promise. But when that teacher doesn’t keep their side of the agreement, thirty one Latin American Studies students go missing.

This particular promise works well into leadership positions as well. Like President Obama, his promise on doing something positive towards the fight for gay marriage hasn’t happened yet. Promising your advisor or instructor something puts quite a lot on the line: your reputation as the position holder and your relationship with those above you. So if you can’t do something and you know you can’t, don’t promise it’s going to happen.

Even delegating the work to others won’t completely make responsibility evaporate into thin air. You’re now responsible for that delegate. You now have the responsibility of a mother. Perfect.

Running away is the best option when being chased by a grizzly bear. And wearing moisturizing lotion may be the best option for preventing dry and flaky skin. But when it comes to work, we need to step up and deal with it. No matter how unpleasant and difficult it may be, if it’s your responsibility, be the good guy in your Wild West tale. Face it.

Asking for help is never looked down upon. If it’s a large amount of homework assignments, talking to your teachers personally about what’s up isn’t a bad idea. Simply making others aware of your work (without complaining) may get you offered help or valued advice.

Taking time to really consolidate and distress our minds will definitely give individuals a jump start on getting started. We all have tough weeks. Whether you’re that overworked teacher or that student who won’t stop nagging, everyone has their busy weeks. Those weeks when staying in bed sounds like a great idea. But we have responsibilities to others and ourselves. So just breathe, relax, and sticky note it. We won’t be able to escape “the daily grind”, we just need to charge it head-on with confidence and preparedness. It’ll make novels a little less long and clouds a little fluffier.

When I handle work, it's a rollercoaster ride. I have my many ups and downs and days when i end up falling out of the coaster car. However regardless of how many hours I cry or how many pages are required to be annotated, I pick myself up-like pudding cup.