July 02, 2008
Maintaining a healthy work-life balance is something I’ve never been terribly good at. I was a pitiable workaholic in high school, which is how I got such a good scholarship to come here. Since coming to Hendrix I’ve learned how to relax and let loose a little bit, making time to go to cool poetry readings or just hang out in the Burrow. To compensate, I also learned how to get by on four hours of sleep per night, supplemented by the occasional post-lunch nap.
There were weeks, at least three last semester, when I walked around like a hollow-eyed zombie, my fingernails chewed to nubs and my neck muscles intertwined into a permanent knot. Those weeks are not these weeks!
Picking a fun, resume-building, $6.25-an-hour-paying summer job was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I genuinely enjoy going to work, which is important because I spend one-third of my day there. I spend another full third of my day sleeping, which is deliciously awesome.
During that other third, when I am awake and totally free to do as I wish, I try to conserve my hard-earned dollars. Rather than dine out all the time, one of my roommates is teaching me how to cook. Rather than spending my free time shopping or driving aimlessly, I am finally reading all the books I’ve always wanted to read. That means I’ll finally finish Guns, Germs, and Steel and return it to the guy who let me borrow it three years ago.
My roomies and I were too cheap to buy cable for the summer — even though we have two TVs — so whenever I need my CNN fix I have to trek over to the WAC and burn my buns on the elliptical while I watch. Gas is ungodly expensive, so I walk to and from work. It’s the win-winningest situation I’ve ever been in! My backside hasn’t looked this good since I lived on the fifth floor of a British apartment building with no elevator!
Although it’s unfolding quite differently than I expected, this summer could well be my most enjoyable one yet. ¡Viva Conway! ¡Viva summer!