A few months ago, as I sat in my fourth year Archaeological Theory course, I looked around and wondered where the heck everybody was. The class was tough, no doubt, but the roster was full of exceptional people. What was going on? I spoke to one of the other people in attendance that day and she enlightened me: it was a class full of mostly fourth years who were in the home stretch and they were experiencing school fatigue.
I did not get it.
I loved being in school. A few months earlier I had begun to consider the idea of continuing on after my undergrad and doing my masters. I was really torn though as I also wanted to apply for an exceptional job opportunity.
I did apply for that job and I start full-time in September. I began to feel enough school fatigue to want to postpone any thoughts of a masters program for a few more years. I finished my full-time courses and quickly the Spring session began.
It wasn’t too bad at all. Two times a week on campus, the class was interesting and each night we watched a movie so the lectures were broken up. I worked on an independent study about multiculturalism and education. The fatigue abated.
And then, Summer school started. I had some meetings and training for my new job and I was commuting to school four nights a week. The classes are seminar style and the readings are significant.
I totally get it now.
I am effectively in my last stretch of my degree. I am fatigued. I am ready to be done. I know that once the summer session is over and I have some time to rest, I will be happy that this is not my final Mac experience. I have three courses to complete over the 2016-2017 school year. One next winter will be an independent study on women in print and other media from 1960 to 1980. That will be the way I want to end things.
For now, though, I want to be done. 26 months of full-time university is weighing me down right now. I want to wake up without anything to do other than lie down in the hammock or go for a bike ride.
Better yet, I want to learn to do yoga on my paddleboard.