School Days Again
Pardon me for nostalgia: it’s been 3 years since I started a fall semester, and it’s been 28 months since I’ve been in a classroom. That’s a long time, and it’s scary to be back. Lauren and I have repeatedly joked along the lines of a grade-schooler’s fear, “What if the other kids don’t like me?” But the fear is real, even if covered by a joke. For both of us, this is completely uncharted waters, even as we knew we’d be back in school some day.
I’m one class down, and all went well. Next up, I’ve a class for graduate students only. I’m hoping that it’s accessible and friendly. I’ll try my best, sitting up front, pleasant expression on my face. I’m trying to find my old undergraduate friendliness and mix it with my experiences of the past two years. Somewhere, there’s a strong student with solid professional work ethic. It’s all evidenced by the fact that I’m in a library now, rather than doing what undergraduates probably do between classes (smoking pot, drinking beer, having sex – all at the same time!).
It’s just the beginning of the semester, the beginning of the year, the beginning of a new degree! Already I’m waxing philosophic about what it all means. I’ll try to keep this kind of writing to a minimum in the future. But for me, this is a wild brand new world, that I already kind of know. It’s pretty exciting.
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