Happy Midterms
Yes, that's right, it's midterm time here in grand old Evanston, and after about five days of nonstop studying and four hours of (really not so grueling) testing, I am more than glad it's over. As T pointed out today on the phone, I am now 1/8 through the academic work in the program.
I have to say, coming back to school was much more of an adjustment than I thought it would be. I wasn't prepared to study quite so hard; I wasn't ready to completely abandon any thoughts of having a social life; I definitely wasn't prepared to not understand what the f$%* my professors talk about half the time.
But the good news is, after the first round of testing, I'm feeling OK. Like maybe I can do this after all. And maybe, just maybe, do kind of well. Sort of.
Part of it is re-training myself not to be such an overachiever. It's been hard for me to accept that it's OK not to have the highest grade in the class--especially if it means you can steal several hours of sanity over a few beers and some new good friends.
So with that in mind, I'm skipping the books this evening and heading out for a well deserved drink.
I have to say, coming back to school was much more of an adjustment than I thought it would be. I wasn't prepared to study quite so hard; I wasn't ready to completely abandon any thoughts of having a social life; I definitely wasn't prepared to not understand what the f$%* my professors talk about half the time.
But the good news is, after the first round of testing, I'm feeling OK. Like maybe I can do this after all. And maybe, just maybe, do kind of well. Sort of.
Part of it is re-training myself not to be such an overachiever. It's been hard for me to accept that it's OK not to have the highest grade in the class--especially if it means you can steal several hours of sanity over a few beers and some new good friends.
So with that in mind, I'm skipping the books this evening and heading out for a well deserved drink.
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