I must like the pain
And just like that, the storm cloud overhead has passed.
Well, technically it's a rather cloudy day for California standards, but the one I'm speaking of is, of course, the one that was looming over me this weekend and causing me to be terribly unproductive.
The highs and lows of graduate school and so much more extreme and intense than undergrad.
There are days where I feel like I could literally conquer the world, when in reality I am conquering my latest paper or study guide.
Then there are days like, well, like Saturday. Where it feels like the world is out to destroy me and its weapon of choice is pure hopelessness in the form of grad school.
Maybe I've just never been challenged before? And this is what it feels like... to be truly challenged?
I know I can say, without a doubt, that although I enjoyed my undergrad in Hawaii wholeheartedly, I was able to wiggle through it without actually really being challenged. At the time I was, of course, completely stoked. It left me time to go the the beach and have amazing adventures with my friends.
Now that I am in grad school, however, I'm kicking my younger self for sliding effortlessly through undergrad. There were opportunities to challenge myself... but they gave me the option to have an easier way out, and so of course I foolishly took it in exchange for freedom.
I'm glad that grad school doesn't allow that option. It doesn't give you an easy route, because there's a good chance I'd take it.
I'd learn nothing about how unprepared I am and take another short cut through EasyLand so I wouldn't have to sweat.
This is definitely a love/hate relationship I've got here.
Grad school is a bigger asshole than any guy I've ever dated, and yet I still love it with all my heart.
I must like the pain ;)
Well, technically it's a rather cloudy day for California standards, but the one I'm speaking of is, of course, the one that was looming over me this weekend and causing me to be terribly unproductive.
The highs and lows of graduate school and so much more extreme and intense than undergrad.
There are days where I feel like I could literally conquer the world, when in reality I am conquering my latest paper or study guide.
Then there are days like, well, like Saturday. Where it feels like the world is out to destroy me and its weapon of choice is pure hopelessness in the form of grad school.
Maybe I've just never been challenged before? And this is what it feels like... to be truly challenged?
I know I can say, without a doubt, that although I enjoyed my undergrad in Hawaii wholeheartedly, I was able to wiggle through it without actually really being challenged. At the time I was, of course, completely stoked. It left me time to go the the beach and have amazing adventures with my friends.
Now that I am in grad school, however, I'm kicking my younger self for sliding effortlessly through undergrad. There were opportunities to challenge myself... but they gave me the option to have an easier way out, and so of course I foolishly took it in exchange for freedom.
I'm glad that grad school doesn't allow that option. It doesn't give you an easy route, because there's a good chance I'd take it.
I'd learn nothing about how unprepared I am and take another short cut through EasyLand so I wouldn't have to sweat.
This is definitely a love/hate relationship I've got here.
Grad school is a bigger asshole than any guy I've ever dated, and yet I still love it with all my heart.
I must like the pain ;)