I am officially in school. I go to classes, I read texts, I analyze them, I write stuff, and I eat greasy campus food. This last part really makes me feel like a Grad student... greasy fuel for a 7 hour class. At the beginning I felt a bit overwhelmed, but as the time goes by I am feeling more confident about it. My classes are interesting, and my classmates diverse (although we are still analyzing "what is diversity, REALLY?)".
Even though it was a crazy week, I'm glad it was over. I'm also glad I have pursued my master's...even though it seems like too much sometimes.
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