Tea+studying=today
If it weren't for a cold that hit me yesterday, life would be prettyfreakingood right now.
Got my first paper back, *ahem*I got a 3.8*coughcough*.
And I keep getting crazy, unexpected confidence boosts. I was a bit intimidated to jump into 3rd year poli-sci/social science classes, since I really hadn't taken anything like that before, and 20th century art music theory doesn't exactly apply to the politics of development aid, does it?
But one of my profs made a point of coming up to me and saying how my ideas and grasp of the concepts are basically at a grad school level. When I make comments in class, he's like "YES. Absolutely. Did everyone else catch that?" And another prof said my epost was the best of any of his students in that class, ever. What? How is this possible?
But I'm working harder than I ever have at this stuff, too; mostly because I love it so much. I do my readings religiously. I eat sleep and breathe class inequality and redistribution theory and queer theory and Foucault and neoliberal structural adjustment and I want more.
Writing take-home midterm papers is fun. I'm pretty sure this is some kind of disorder, but that's ok.
And yeah, work's going well also. The people, they love me. I wish I got to actually help the patients more, but it's basically an uberorganizer's dream; making sure all the patients who need to be seen get seen, keeping nurses happy, and my manager happy, and coming up with more efficient systems, and scheduling it all in a big, color coordinated database. Hooray!
Now back to the role of globalization in the war on drugs.
Got my first paper back, *ahem*I got a 3.8*coughcough*.
And I keep getting crazy, unexpected confidence boosts. I was a bit intimidated to jump into 3rd year poli-sci/social science classes, since I really hadn't taken anything like that before, and 20th century art music theory doesn't exactly apply to the politics of development aid, does it?
But one of my profs made a point of coming up to me and saying how my ideas and grasp of the concepts are basically at a grad school level. When I make comments in class, he's like "YES. Absolutely. Did everyone else catch that?" And another prof said my epost was the best of any of his students in that class, ever. What? How is this possible?
But I'm working harder than I ever have at this stuff, too; mostly because I love it so much. I do my readings religiously. I eat sleep and breathe class inequality and redistribution theory and queer theory and Foucault and neoliberal structural adjustment and I want more.
Writing take-home midterm papers is fun. I'm pretty sure this is some kind of disorder, but that's ok.
And yeah, work's going well also. The people, they love me. I wish I got to actually help the patients more, but it's basically an uberorganizer's dream; making sure all the patients who need to be seen get seen, keeping nurses happy, and my manager happy, and coming up with more efficient systems, and scheduling it all in a big, color coordinated database. Hooray!
Now back to the role of globalization in the war on drugs.