It doesn’t feel like it now, but, in retrospect, I fucking killed it this semester? Like, all three of my professors want to work with me to publish my seminar papers and have told me they want to be on my dissertation committee (which is especially reassuring since I am the only person in my cohort who isn’t 100% committed to a diss topic or even a field of study.) I’m keeping the same TA assignment because my supervisor refused to give me up. And I kept up with all my reading (up to a reasonable point - fuck 650-page theory assignments for 2.5 hour discussions) and managed to do a pretty solid amount of participation in class, which is tough for me.
With that said, oh my god I am so fucking exhausted and my only motivation to finish my seminar papers is not any desire to do quality work or any continued enthusiasm about this research but that I just want to be put out of my academic misery so I can spend 40+ hours a week watching TV until spring semester starts. No more theory. No more sad readings about how everything is the worst. No more response papers. Just The Good Wife and competitive reality shows and procedurals and political dramas. That is all that matters.