Sad Little Bookworm

I have been a bookworm my entire life. When I was little, I read, quite literally, constantly. It wasn't until about 6th grade that I actually started paying any sort of attention to where I was when I was in the car, since my nose was always stuck in a book. Even now, reading remains one of my all-time favorite activities.

However, the life of a college student (particularly an English major college student) has turned me into rather the sad little bookworm in the last couple of weeks. As I said, I still love to read. But let me clarify: I love to read on my terms. Let me have a book of my own choosing, and I will dive into it whole-heartedly, and have it devoured in no time. This whole business of having to read for class, on the other hand? I'm not particularly enjoying it.

It is only the start of the 3rd week of classes, and already I find myself burnt out on the amount of reading my classes entail. Just to avoid any confusion, I do not, by any means, dislike my classes. In fact, I'm really enjoying my classes this semester. The discussions and content covered are interesting, and my professors all intrigue me. So as far as that goes, no complaints.

But having at least 20 pages of reading in every class (of which I have six), every night? It's a bit much. Again, it's not a dislike of what I'm reading that is causing me to become disgruntled, it's the sheer quantity of reading these classes entail that is getting me down.

I'll be the first to admit that I procrastinate like it's my job, but I've honestly been trying to stay on top of things this semester, but I'm already falling behind on what I'm supposed to have read, solely because of the massive amounts necessitated. It's incredibly frustrating. Seriously, it has hit the point where my workout time (which is my much needed 'me' time) consists of me reading--for class, of course--while working out! I am not a fan!

Hopefully I can get myself back on track and up to speed with everything that needs to get read, which may alleviate the overwhelming feeling of doom I get when I look at my nightly assignments. Wish me luck?

Oh, and just to add insult to injury:

All I've wanted for the last week has been to go to Border's or Barnes and Noble and find some good stuff to add to my bookshelves. But can I do that? Of course not, I have too much required reading to be doing, no time for pleasure reading! Bah.

I tell ya though, once I'm caught up on the school reading, I will be going on quite the nice bookstore raid. For now, though? Back to the books!