Mountaintop
Well, summer's just about over, and I suppose this would be when classes would be starting in university... except that I'm no longer a student, so I suppose that doesn't really make much of a difference to me, does it? There's a thought that will take some getting used to. For now, anyway - things might turn out to be not all that different when and if I go for a PhD. Which, I suppose, is much like exchanging one sort of limbo for another sort of limbo, but there you go!
It is a very peculiar feeling to go to one of those events meant to welcome new freshmen, which is the sort of venue where I am now expected to divulge my deep and profound wisdom, gained through years of toil and drudgery in the cogs of the higher education system. It's odd, not least so because most of my friends in university still aren't done, so being there is a bit like I'm on a mountaintop, shouting down and telling them to catch up. I suppose when you put it like that, it's not such an unpleasant feeling.
Anyway, rather than waiting for others to join me on this proverbial summit, I really should be more worried about what I do next. Ah well!
It is a very peculiar feeling to go to one of those events meant to welcome new freshmen, which is the sort of venue where I am now expected to divulge my deep and profound wisdom, gained through years of toil and drudgery in the cogs of the higher education system. It's odd, not least so because most of my friends in university still aren't done, so being there is a bit like I'm on a mountaintop, shouting down and telling them to catch up. I suppose when you put it like that, it's not such an unpleasant feeling.
Anyway, rather than waiting for others to join me on this proverbial summit, I really should be more worried about what I do next. Ah well!