At exactly 8:00am today, I officially began my career as a graduate student. So far, the day has been exactly like every other day since I began this job, but with the following changes: 1) it rained and 2) I will leave at 10:45ish for my first class.
I have that same giddy feeling that visits me every first day. The jitters, the nerves, planning that trip to the bookstore. This will be my last true first day... hopefully. I plan to get through this graduate program in one academic year, plus a couple weeks afterward for the comprehensive test I have to take before they'll hand over my effing degree.
I feel way more prepared for this first day than for any other in history. I've got my parking pass affixed, my wardrobe change ready (because I won't be "that guy" who goes to class dressed business casual--I would rather convert my office into a makeshift changing room, and that's exactly what I'm doing), my computer up and running on the campus wireless network and my work schedule synced up perfectly with my classes. Of course, foresight is never 20/20, but I rather enjoy all this crap, and I LOVE buying school supplies. Hopefully I won't become the bitter old coot that I was during (and, let's admit it, after) that last year at Truman by adopting what my adviser has implied is an ambitious workload.
I like to think that I'm not the average student--we'll see if that's true in the next few weeks.
4 comments:
i like the fact you used the word coot, and not just because its tghe begining of cooter, which i also like
i also enjoy buying school supplies. i love the idea of a fresh, empty mead 5-subject notebook before it becomes tattered and cluttered from heavy-note-taking.
i think your aversion to being "that guy" could be solved with a mullet. business in the front, party in the back!
I thought you were leaving your job before classes started?
I hope you don't reach the breakdown point that I've already reached this semester. One year? Ouch.
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