I guess the first thing that really comes to mind is that...
...drumroll...
I've started attending grad school! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
My first semester began last week. It's been a long while, you know, since I've been a student; I graduated in 2012 and promptly forgot how to do things like study, read for class, pay attention to course announcements... So I've been taking some time to readjust to the life of a student.
There are a few reasons that it's different from the last time I was a student.
- I'm also working part-time in addition to studying, but that's okay because
- My job is paying my tuition, plus
- All my classes this semester are online!
It sounds like it should be easy, right? I'm sure this sort of thing would be considered easy for most people, who have way more on their plate. For some reason, though, I'm finding this all to be very just a bit stressful. I'm only taking 3 classes this semester (which is considered full-time for grad school), but the readings for each class are a little crazy. This first week, I barely managed to scrape through the 4 huge (and dull) chapters of just one of my classes, and I still have to catch up with the readings of one of the other classes. I read whenever I get the chance--between work hours, before I go to bed, in the car--but it's just a lot. I dunno. Maybe I'm just a wimp.
My job has been pretty stressful, too. I work in an educational setting (not a teacher, though), so this past week, which marks the beginning of classes at many college campuses, has been incredibly hectic. TBH, I feel like it has a lot to do with poor management higher up: they took on far more than they could reasonably handle this semester, and now the brunt of the work falls on the shoulders of lowly minions at my level. I really shouldn't complain at all, seeing as how they are paying for my tuition (which I'm grateful for, even if that sentiment doesn't come across through my words here), but I just can't help but feel bad when I see my co-worker getting yelled at and told to go home early by higher-ups because she didn't do an adequate job. And all that on her birthday, too... I just feel bad.
*shudder* Actually, now that I mention this co-worker, I think I have enough stored up experiences to write up a lengthy post about some of her bizarre interactions with me, but I guess that's for another time.
Well, we just have to work through it. That's how life works. If you bite off more than you can chew, you can either spit it out or keep on chewing. As I grow older, I feel more and more surprised by how resigned / accepting ( / mellow ?) I've started to become towards annoying or difficult stuff in life. Yes, for better or for worse, I think I will always retain some of my troll-ish, whiny, stubborn self (wow I sound like an awful and unlikable person), but the more you age, the less inclined you feel to put up any sort of resistance. Does that sound like giving up? Whining less and just going with the flow~ I don't know if that's what it means to "grow up. :(
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