There are 168 hours in a week. In any given week, I generally spend 40 hours a week at work. That’s not always the case, sometimes it’s more, especially lately, but I’m supposed to work a 40 hour week. I’m going to be generous, and say that I get 8 hours of sleep per night. This is a compete fallacy, I usually get 6 if I’m lucky, but lets suppose I’m getting the U.S. RDA of sleep. I also have to get ready for work in the morning and ready for bed at night. It does take me at least a half hour to get ready in the morning, less at night, but I’m going to give myself an hour a day for hygiene: 7 hours per week. I also have to get to work and class and home. I have a pretty short commute, all said. But it’s still probably amounts (total) to about an hour each day between work-class-home, so that’s 5 hours per week. I’m in class 12 hours each week. Gotta be there, all my professors take attendance. Not that I could skip and keep up anyway. If we use the “standard” ratio of three hours studying for each one in class, oh hell, who am I kidding; let’s go with two hours studying for each one in class: 24 hours per week. That leaves me with exactly 24 hours left in each week. 24 hours. One day. In that day I have to run any errands I need to spend time with my wife, see my friends, run any errands I need to get done, play with my cats and finally, engage in hobbies (yeah, right). Is it any wonder I feel like I’m always rushing?
October 7, 2004 by