My Poor Brain

For those that don't know, I have recently started a doctorate. I am going to University of Phoenix (online) for a Doctorate of Management in Organizational Leadership (DMOL). Exciting right? Proud of me yet? I am proud of myself, but still think I am entirely crazy!

Now, let me preface this by saying that this, NONE of this, absolutely none of this is my roommates' fault.

So I am trying to complete my first doctoral essay and I can already feel my brain changing...its not that I think I am getting smarter or absorbing more knowledge. Its that my poor brain has no idea what to do with the knowledge and can't spit out a decent thought! I really am going crazy. I spent a few hours last night trying to start the essay on information literacy and anyone who's ever written a paper knows that just getting started can be really hard! Well, I did all my reading and located relevant sources I thought I could use and sat down to get to work. That's when I noticed my roommate's music was up kind of loud. And when I noticed that my other roommate's TV was kind of loud. And that's when I realized I can't think with all this noise! I tore up a piece of Kleenex and made my own version of ear plugs to drown out the sound. This solved the problem of the noise, but exaggerated my inability to think! The noise wasn't the problem at all, I just had no idea where to start and was becoming increasingly frustrated! To make matters worse, I finally did get started when Boards and Ditz decided to make dinner. Fair's fair, we share the house, right? Yeah, it was already hard enough to concentrate on my essay, but when the stench of onions started burning the heck out of my eyes, I knew I was doomed. I am not entirely sure how I got through the evening without biting some one's head off! It could have been that I couldn't open my eyes enough to see who to go after... But, I was so frustrated that I couldn't even think straight.

Its my own inability to lock and load. Seriously, I think this is the hardest and most convoluted essay I have ever written! And my poor brain is tired and kind of hurts...