Well, a year, actually.
I am in the second year of my graduate program and I would never have expected that to matter as much as it does.
For starters, I’m not crazed with massive amounts of reading this year. This is not to say there’s only a little of it; anthropology is a reading intensive subject, let’s face it. But I have amounts of reading to do that are actually humanly possible.
I like that.
At the same time, as a second year, I feel like I’m more involved with the mechanics of the department, and those sorts of politics have taken up a noticeable chunk of my time and neurons.
I’m not sure how I feel about that.
This summer has been quite a disappointment to me in many ways.
I told you earlier that I had put a lot of the weigh I’d lost back on. At this point, I’m at the halfway point. Much of the reason for that is because I haven’t been able to drink as much water as I need, I’ve been eating like crap, and I haven’t been working out either.
I have also been having trouble finding research subjects, which is a big problem because my research isn’t happening like it should be.
So, what have I been doing?
I’ve been driving for Lyft.
In fact, driving for Lyft is the only reason I’ve been able to pay my rent and other bills this summer. But, of course, in order to make enough for that and food, I have to put in the time.
I’ve been pretty quiet lately, haven’t I?
I knew I had but I didn’t realize just how quiet until I took a look and saw that my last post was from Arizona on the ides of March.
Needless to say, a few things have happened since then.
Classes are done. Papers have been handed in and exams have been graded. Graduation has happened. My first year of grad school is over. I am registered for my fall classes to launch my second year.
At this point, my thoughts go in half a dozen different directions.
I only have three years of coursework to do for this degree and I’m already finished with 1/3 of it. And next year will feel like I’m really getting somewhere because I’ll be getting my Master’s degree at the end of it. This time next year, I’ll probably be beside myself.
Well, I hope I won’t be too ridiculous about it. After all, the Master’s isn’t what I’m here for and the Master’s isn’t what I’ll be excited about, either.
I am excited.
In less than a week, I’ll be boarding a plane to fly out to Arizona to visit with my daughters. While I’m there, I’ll make an opportunity to take a run over to Las Vegas to visit with Gina’s godmother, who has been a friend for 40 years (wow! @__@) and is one of my favorite people on the planet.
I will also get to meet the significant others of both my daughters. I gather they are both a tiny bit nervous but I know it will be fine. Truth to tell, I’m a tiny bit nervous, too.
It’ll be good.
I’m also excited because I’ll get to register for fall classes a couple of weeks after I get back from Arizona.
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