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I am dangerously close to finishing my first semester of graduate school. It has been fantastic for the most part. I've loved being in class, talking to smart people who are interested in the same things that interest me. I haven't even minded the majority of the reading. But now, now it is the end of the semester. This is the season of final papers, take-home exams, sloppy ponytails, sweats and lots of caffeine.
To be perfectly honest, I'm getting off easy. My final assignments consisted of writing a children's book for my science class (awesome), showing up for the literacy class (can do!), writing a paper for our diversity class (in progress), and doing a take-home final for math (all progressing). So, I enter finals week with only a couple things left to turn in, both of which are mostly completed.
It has not been pretty getting here. Navigating campus, going to classes, staying up late, all of these things came easy to me. I figured I hadn't been out of college long enough for it to be rough going back. But then the paper writing and the test taking happened. I suddenly had to recall information I'd learned months ago, format a paper and citations (???) all while Boyfriend, the professional student, acts like these things are innate human features.
This is my long-winded way of saying if you've recently discovered that you used to be awesome at painting/running/fly-fishing/underwater basket weaving but you're suddenly sub-par, hang in there. I'm with you. You brush up on your basket weaving while I figure out how to properly cite journal articles again. We'll meet up and compare notes.
I am dangerously close to finishing my first semester of graduate school. It has been fantastic for the most part. I've loved being in class, talking to smart people who are interested in the same things that interest me. I haven't even minded the majority of the reading. But now, now it is the end of the semester. This is the season of final papers, take-home exams, sloppy ponytails, sweats and lots of caffeine.
To be perfectly honest, I'm getting off easy. My final assignments consisted of writing a children's book for my science class (awesome), showing up for the literacy class (can do!), writing a paper for our diversity class (in progress), and doing a take-home final for math (all progressing). So, I enter finals week with only a couple things left to turn in, both of which are mostly completed.
It has not been pretty getting here. Navigating campus, going to classes, staying up late, all of these things came easy to me. I figured I hadn't been out of college long enough for it to be rough going back. But then the paper writing and the test taking happened. I suddenly had to recall information I'd learned months ago, format a paper and citations (???) all while Boyfriend, the professional student, acts like these things are innate human features.
This is my long-winded way of saying if you've recently discovered that you used to be awesome at painting/running/fly-fishing/underwater basket weaving but you're suddenly sub-par, hang in there. I'm with you. You brush up on your basket weaving while I figure out how to properly cite journal articles again. We'll meet up and compare notes.
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