One of the hardest parts of being a student for me is the lack of measurable progress day to day in my work. Sure, the computer file grows larger and the word count at the bottom of the screen is higher as the days wears on, but nothing seems more frustrating to me than devoting the greater part of my day to reading articles or picking away at my laptop and having nothing tangible to show for it at the end of the day. Don’t get me wrong, I am completely satisfied when that final draft of a paper finally is printed, but there is nothing better than the fast and measurable progress of a mindless task.
In other words, I clean my house a lot when I have a paper to write.
Despite being raised in a conservative Mennonite family where the women have clearly defined roles, my parents instilled into me the idea that I was capable of anything and were careful not to label chores or activities as male or female, which I am grateful for.
Which is why, yesterday, I cast aside my laptop, reading and papers and embraced something more measurable, dusty and sweaty than paper crafting – hanging drywall at my sister’s new house.