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Today is my first day of school. Grad school, that is. I'm equally anxious and excited, but at the moment it's very difficult to feel anything but anxious. I have this nightmarish image of walking into a small class and being the only one who didn't take it upon herself to read scads of preparatory material on the literature social protest, the only one who spent her summer staying up too late. And when my fears really run away with me, I start picturing my classmates wearing silk robes and smoking pipes and using phrases like, "The Handbook of Critical Approaches to Literature clearly states..."
Also, I hope I get into and out of Hartford alive.
In other news, I was just informed that I can wear jeans to work tomorrow. Few things provide me with such intoxicating joy.
Also, I hope I get into and out of Hartford alive.
In other news, I was just informed that I can wear jeans to work tomorrow. Few things provide me with such intoxicating joy.