???

How is it that finals can make a person question his/her whole life?

Why can't I focus?
And if I can't focus, then I can't finish these papers this week;
And if I don't finish these papers this week, then I can't graduate;
And if I can't graduate, then I can't get a job in the field I want;
And if I can't get a job in the field I want, then why did I come back to school?
And if I came back to school for no reason, then why did I quit my job?
And if I quit my job for nothing, then I'm probably the type of person who will never have money;
And if I never have money, I will never live my dreams;
And if I don't live my dreams, that means I will probably never get married;
And if I never get married, then I won't have kids;
And if I don't have kids, why do I like kids so much?
And if I like kids so much, why am I sick of babysitting?
And if I'm sick of babysitting, then I should have gone out more with my friends this weekend;
And if I didn't go out this weekend, then I should have finished all my papers...

And if they're not finished... what does that mean exactly?


I've come to a conclusion...
Grad School is NOT life... it's HELL!
And worse - it's a hell we CHOOSE and PAY FOR!



P.S. please read this as the completely hyperbolic, irrational thoughts of a very overextended graduate student at one in the morning.  NOT to be taken seriously, or given any real thought, at all by any of you actually.