I think I mentioned this last time: if I thought it would get better, I’d stick around.
As it is: I’ve pretty much decided to give it another semester. Doing so should, God willing, get me a Masters, which would make this not a complete waste of time. I do also think things might maybe kinda get better, so.
Ended up talking with the parents. At least it makes me happy that I know them as well as I do. The most insightful conversation I had was via email with the esteemable Mr. K who made some excellent points: not about school, per se (which is what everyone else was doing) but about deeper motivations, etc. It made a whole load of sense, which has made me feel better about things. I still hate graduate school and probably always will, but at least now I know why (in a deeper know-thyself sort of way).
Through all this I am close to coming to a second conclusion: I’m thinking of taking boxing lessons. Primarily, it would give me motivation to take off these extra stones. Secondarily, being in school is like getting mentally hit over and over–at least physically I can punch back.
Besides, who wouldn’t want to see me get my well-deserving ass kicked?