I’m now going into my second week of grad school. By now, I’ve decided who I LOVE and who is going to be a huge pain in my ass. I know which classes I’m excited about, which classes are going to be tons of work and which classes are going to be boring as fuck. All in all, this is a plus.
Somewhere in my first ever grad school class, my fave pulled out the first page of my novel and read it to the class. I was so embarrassed, I had a hot flash. Then he read something from one of our text books. At that point, the goal of the class became clear. It was a very cool experience, but I was totally unprepared for it and I didn’t expect it at all.
Interesting beginnings to a new life.