And so it ends, and then begins...

I hit this wall every semester and have ever since I've had serious exams or midterms to deal with. The end is in sight, barely five weeks and the semester will be done. I have good grades in each class going into the finals. Barring any major meltdown on my part I'm looking at bringing up my GPA on 20 hours for a second semester. (I need to find a new challenge, this one's getting boring)

So then, tell me why, with so little to go, everything to maintain or lose as I so choose, I have the desire to to absolutely nothing? I', tired of the routine; it's boring and tedious now. I do this every semester. Makes me wonder how I do as well as I do, honestly. Perhaps I coast to the finish line supported by the work I've done already. Perhaps I'm better at kicking myself into gear than I give credit for- the work does get done. Mostly. Appreciable dip in quality, at least in my mind, but that viewpoint doesn't seem to extend to my professors. Perhaps they don't want to be here anymore than I do and they let it slide. Perhaps I should shut up and work on the capacitation paper that's taken up way too many hours already and was unofficially due last Tuesday.

I can say one thing though- spending this much time wading though the scientific mumbo jumbo and distilling it into something understandable has entirely cured me of any desire to do my own research in this area. I can't say the same for the ebola paper though, so I'm guessing that maybe working in epidemiology may be something I can do for several years. Lots of interesting challenges in that particular field:)