Again, an apology for the uber-long post. My week thus far has been an equal mix of typical and atypical. Let’s start with the typical:
Danielle is an overachiever: Usually a given and should become a definition entry in either Webster or Urban Dictionary. Example: In my honors thesis research, I got scared that I would not have enough participants and thought I only had 17 sign-up spots for 20 needed interviews. Thus, I added six or seven more spots to bring the total to over 20.
Lo and behold, I already had 20 interviews set up, and the additional spots brought me to 28 interviews, with all spots filled up and all of them likely to show up (if they sign up and don’t show, they lose two points from their score instead of gaining them). So, that’s an additional 4 hours of recording, 4+ hours of transcribing for me to do. While I appreciate the extra data, which will strengthen my conclusion, it’s adding more time commitment to my already stacked schedule. Conclusion: Without even trying, I must be innately an overachiever.
Danielle stresses: This is about as elemental to me as the inhalation of oxygen. Example: Presentations this week and increasing speed on other endeavors has my cortisol on hyperdrive. My feedback system must not be very well adapted to my environment. Thus, my behavioral endocrinology term paper will be on the effects of stress on immunosuppression, seen in research on healing of open wounds on nurse and med students during exam times.
Danielle eats sugar: My sweet tooth is basically the name of my right bicuspid and all additional molars. In essence, I eat way too many sweets. The combination of Halloween, candy corn and chocolate, among other things with sweet carbohydrates, has been terrible for me lately. Worse yet, I have no time to visit the gym, so I eat without burning – a deadly wardrobe combination. Today has proven to be no exception: it is departmental food day at work, which inevitably means mass consumption of all things sugary, glazed and terrible for you.
On to the atypical:
Danielle is tired: Sleep deprivation is usually a state that I am well-accustomed to. It’s just like the stress listed above – the same analogy applies. However, I have been getting tired this past three days or so to the point where I have to go to sleep by 10 or 10:30 at the latest and am still tired when my alarm clock wakes me. Not sure why. Maybe it’s my body finally telling me enough is enough.
I just feel like a lame two-year-old who has an early bedtime, when most college students are up well beyond 11 p.m. every night. What college student goes to sleep at 10 p.m.? (Well, maybe the kind who gets up at 5 a.m. three or four days a week.) Nevertheless, I take back my discontent of napping in preschool – give me a naptime mat followed by milk time any day.
Danielle has plans to be less of an overachiever: Okay, this is usually something I always say I will do, then never end up doing it. I’ll decrease some of my commitments, but inevitably find something else that takes their place. I think I’ve done this all my life; I must just love being busy. I can’t sleep in past 10 almost ever, and I can’t sit while someone else is doing something and I’m not. (Example: Derrick cooking for me. Yeah, it’s hard just sitting there watching and talking. I usually have to have a task to keep me occupied.)
Anyway, I actually plan on taking on less things this next semester, discontinuing my participation in some things and lowering my class load and difficulty on two of my four courses. For the first time in my life, I think I may “coast” through two classes. Hopefully. That’s the operative word here.
Danielle has been referencing herself in the third person all throughout this post: Yes, I am aware that this is very weird, especially while thinking about it as I write the end of this post. It’s like that girl in middle school I knew named “Jazzi,” who always referenced herself in third person, no matter what. Maybe I will refrain from this in future posts. I’m weird enough as it is.
Danielle is an overachiever: Usually a given and should become a definition entry in either Webster or Urban Dictionary. Example: In my honors thesis research, I got scared that I would not have enough participants and thought I only had 17 sign-up spots for 20 needed interviews. Thus, I added six or seven more spots to bring the total to over 20.
Lo and behold, I already had 20 interviews set up, and the additional spots brought me to 28 interviews, with all spots filled up and all of them likely to show up (if they sign up and don’t show, they lose two points from their score instead of gaining them). So, that’s an additional 4 hours of recording, 4+ hours of transcribing for me to do. While I appreciate the extra data, which will strengthen my conclusion, it’s adding more time commitment to my already stacked schedule. Conclusion: Without even trying, I must be innately an overachiever.
Danielle stresses: This is about as elemental to me as the inhalation of oxygen. Example: Presentations this week and increasing speed on other endeavors has my cortisol on hyperdrive. My feedback system must not be very well adapted to my environment. Thus, my behavioral endocrinology term paper will be on the effects of stress on immunosuppression, seen in research on healing of open wounds on nurse and med students during exam times.
Danielle eats sugar: My sweet tooth is basically the name of my right bicuspid and all additional molars. In essence, I eat way too many sweets. The combination of Halloween, candy corn and chocolate, among other things with sweet carbohydrates, has been terrible for me lately. Worse yet, I have no time to visit the gym, so I eat without burning – a deadly wardrobe combination. Today has proven to be no exception: it is departmental food day at work, which inevitably means mass consumption of all things sugary, glazed and terrible for you.
On to the atypical:
Danielle is tired: Sleep deprivation is usually a state that I am well-accustomed to. It’s just like the stress listed above – the same analogy applies. However, I have been getting tired this past three days or so to the point where I have to go to sleep by 10 or 10:30 at the latest and am still tired when my alarm clock wakes me. Not sure why. Maybe it’s my body finally telling me enough is enough.
I just feel like a lame two-year-old who has an early bedtime, when most college students are up well beyond 11 p.m. every night. What college student goes to sleep at 10 p.m.? (Well, maybe the kind who gets up at 5 a.m. three or four days a week.) Nevertheless, I take back my discontent of napping in preschool – give me a naptime mat followed by milk time any day.
Danielle has plans to be less of an overachiever: Okay, this is usually something I always say I will do, then never end up doing it. I’ll decrease some of my commitments, but inevitably find something else that takes their place. I think I’ve done this all my life; I must just love being busy. I can’t sleep in past 10 almost ever, and I can’t sit while someone else is doing something and I’m not. (Example: Derrick cooking for me. Yeah, it’s hard just sitting there watching and talking. I usually have to have a task to keep me occupied.)
Anyway, I actually plan on taking on less things this next semester, discontinuing my participation in some things and lowering my class load and difficulty on two of my four courses. For the first time in my life, I think I may “coast” through two classes. Hopefully. That’s the operative word here.
Danielle has been referencing herself in the third person all throughout this post: Yes, I am aware that this is very weird, especially while thinking about it as I write the end of this post. It’s like that girl in middle school I knew named “Jazzi,” who always referenced herself in third person, no matter what. Maybe I will refrain from this in future posts. I’m weird enough as it is.
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