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.