T.S Eliot was right, people, April is the cruellest month. It is the month when academics find out how people with "real" jobs live. This is the last and the most difficult month of the academic year. In April, we get to work - the horror, the horror! - every day of the week and often 8 or more hours a day. There is some poetic justice to how tough April is for academics. If I survive until April 29 (the last day of class for me), I will be free to indulge in my love of procrastination for the next four months. Imagine not doing anything and still getting my regular salary. Isn't that beautiful?
It's only April 15th today and already I feel completely wiped out. I have no idea how other people deal with this life-style 50 weeks of the year.
In order to avoid the hard work of April plunging me into depression, I engage in the practices of psychological hygiene. For example, this Sunday will be my birthday. I need to be in a decent psychological shape to enjoy and celebrate it. For this reason, I am freeing up Saturday for various self-pampering activities. My schedule for Saturday includes very long baths, hours of watching television, practicing my hobby of cooking something absolutely extravagant, sleeping, and staring stupidly at the ceiling. I don't care how many ungraded papers, unprepared classes, and abandoned paperwork accumulate in the meanwhile.
People need to think about their mental health a lot more than they do, in my opinion. Bringing yourself to a breaking point because you feel that you need to fulfill all your responsibilities is ultimately an exercise in utter irresponsibility.