I had a crappy week. I tried to think of a more sophisticated way to state it but the best word I could find to describe this week was (pardon me for using it again) CRAPPY.
I had a massive number of papers to grade; most were boring, ranging from unimaginative to illiterate. I was plagued with complaints from students who were dissatisfied with me, the class or both. Mostly I was in a funk over how successful the rest of the world (or at least those in my immediate hemisphere) seems to be in comparison to me.
Perhaps that is the root of the problem. I spent a lot of time comparing myself to others this week and I did not fair well. In fact, I came to the conclusion that I have not really felt a sense of accomplishment in many years. I know this may seem strange to some people since I finished a PhD recently but it's true. Inside I feel like a failure.
I read once that the best way to feel good about yourself is to do something you feel good about. I suppose it's time to get busy...
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