So I have previously mentioned that part of my process come panic time involves a giant whiteboard.
This is a survival mechanism which I developed in my Master’s. Often, a graduate student lives in three to four different worlds an each world is represented by a separate syllabus. Each has its own deadlines, requirements, readings, library pile, points of interest on the internet, points of contact at the department, rules, regulations, and practices. Often, meshing these worlds together is the cause of a great deal of stress come finals time (see my momentary freak-out about over scheduling myself towards the end of last semester). Also, because a course can contain many little assignments in addition to a large one, often things can get lost in the shuffle.
To combat this, I developed the whiteboard technique. Whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed by deadlines, I make a chart. I list what the assignment is (and, if it requires further specificity which due to the nature of grad-school courses it often does not, who it is for), where to send it (if you’re talking about abstracts and publication submissions, often those e-mails can get lost in the shuffle as well), and when it is due. Then I leave myself a place to check off when the assignment has been completed. On the side, I create a list of ongoing projects with no due-dates, just things that I need to remember to do.
Getting it all down in black and white (and often also orange, purple, and green when I’m feeling whimsical) helps to assure me that a) I didn’t miss anything, b) I won’t miss anything, and c) I really and truly do have a handle on my life.
At the end of the semester, when all is said and done, I leave the whiteboard there for a while with all of its check boxes intact. It gives me a sense of accomplishment to see that I’ve met all my deadlines and, at the end of a semester, one needs all the sense of accomplishment one can find.
But the other day, I took the leap.
I erased the whiteboard.
It’s pretty freeing to be able to sit at my desk and have a giant blank slate hanging over me. Of course, my summer projects are taking up a lot more of my time than I had anticipated (I dramaturge eight to ten hours a week, German class four hours a week, study approx. ten hours a week, have been trying to catch up on my sleep, my e-mails, my reading, my knitting, my life, and my gym schedule, I haven’t really had time to touch my papers that I wanted to brush off over the summer yet but it will come). These ongoing projects, though, the kind with no deadline, they’re not exactly whiteboard material. It’s like looking into a great white expanse of nothing. My time is my own again. I’m not working under pressure, I’m not working under any imposed or hard end-stop, I’m just working as much as I can as fast as I can.
…so I guess on the other hand not having white-board deadlines also means that I’m probably working more in between all the other things I do, but at this point I’ll just relish the change of pace.