Am I the only one who still regulates the schedule of living in school semesters?
My life is still strangely and curiously divided into three distinct parts: Fall Semester, Spring Semester and Summer Sessions. Why, it’s as if I never left Columbia University in the City of New York’s Morningside Heights Campus!
I have no idea why I continue to divide a year in my life in unequal
thirds. I’m not teaching or taking any traditional courses right now,
but when I’m working on books or other writing projects I still think,
“Okay, this’ll start in the Spring Semester and carry over into the
first Summer Session.” Sha!
guess I’m lucky I didn’t attend any schools that hold courses in
Quarters! Then I’d really have a complicated context of meaning.
Do you have any residual scheduling that still rules your life even
though you’ve left behind those formal constrictions?
Does work create your schedule or does play determine how you structure
Do you live in semesters or by seasons or via holidays and vacations or
is there something else that forms your thinking and planning?