This week has been stressful. The last six weeks have been
stressful. Thank you, grad school. But I would rather be here, working hard,
than doing anything else in the world. Except maybe chilling with the Brits,
seeing the Pope, and touring Europe. I digress.
At the same time, I keep thinking about a piece of paper
that hangs in the student workroom at school…it is a stress scale, numbered one
to seven, with “one” representing “no stress” and “seven” representing
something like “so stressed I could cry.”
It’s a great stress scale, but it doesn’t quite fit my
needs. The numbers don’t adequately express the particular brand of stress that
I deal with regularly. So, I give you my own twist on the stress scale:
NO STRESS
⇓
1 – Attending a Hobbit birthday party
2 – Left home without a handkerchief
3 – Missing some spoons from my nice silverware set
4 – Feeling like butter scraped across too much bread
5 – Someone doesn’t appreciate, or even know, what “taters”
be
6 – Gandalf just told me I inherited the worst gift ever and
now I have to destroy it
7 – My friends just decided we are going to try to walk into
Mordor
8 – I can feel the Eye of Sauron on me
9 – My life depends on solving a riddle and I definitely can’t
think of the answer
10 – I stole treasure from a dragon and now he’s chasing me
and wants to eat me
⇓
ALL THE STRESS
I like this scale.
Do you think it would be valid to use this as a
stress-rating scale for my master’s thesis? It's a tough question.
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