coldhearted scientist وداد

I have said this before, I know, but it keeps coming true. Every time I try to “make good use of time” the way professors like it — rush, use every pause to get something else done, watch the clock, do things as quickly as possible, keep a strict schedule, and so on — I inadvertently break something, do what I am doing wrong, tire myself needlessly, confuse others, emanate agobio, don’t finish the task because it has become so distasteful, and find myself ill. People in the halls now are lecturing each other about how wonderful it is to use the kitchen timer on themselves when they write. Why are they so masochistic? If left to my own devices I get more done more quickly and more steadily than most people, but if required also to rush, correct the mistakes made while rushing, and recover from rushing, I am much impeded. To whom is this dogma directed? Who do you have to be, what do you have to be doing, to actually need the rushing advice?

Axé.