the confessions of a workaholic

I'm happy with my life, or in fact the lack of it, since upon reaching home I will head to my study to catch up on the readings & the usual cycle of writing critical, reflective and analytic responses to them.
While applying intellectual rigor to such readings is something I'm in favor of, having to voice my thoughts for the various modules in relation to subjects like culture, language, religion and philosophy on a weekly basis is definitely draining.
It pretty much makes a difference if the bulk of the grade is based on independent research work & that we can make do without four exam papers (back to back) come November.
For now, across all modules, we have to juggle between group presentations, research papers, reader's response, creating a website, photography, pedagogies, in-class seminars, facilitating discussions & the dreaded examinations.

On the positive side though, this semester is what I've always wished for. And it somehow paves the way me for me to understand the real essence of learning, of humanity and the important things that we've overlooked or took for granted.
But I guess this semester also puts my relationship to a test as me and the man now have a conflicting schedule & add the work-related stress, it's important for us to not sweat over small stuffs.
It's a good thing for the lack of physical absence got us much closer through sharing during our short quality time together. And for all his idiosyncrasies & quirks, I'm thankful for the man for like it or not, love has a way of telling you that there's no shortcut when it comes to finding true happiness or as Robert Browning puts it 'Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.' :)