First Day of the Rest
So yesterday was my first day of classes as an official full-time student. I'm in five classes and one lab this semester for a total of 16 credits, with three classes Mon-Wed-Fri, and two (plus lab) Tues-Thurs. So far, my teachers seem enthralled by their subjects matters, excited to be there and be teaching, and that exuberance is infectious, as if I need any more enthusiasm about school. I was actually moved to near tears by excitement yesterday in class. Is anyone else noticing that a lot of emotional excitement-related words begin with "e"?
Basically, it seems to me that I am most excited above all about being so close to school for this year. Living nearby allows me to dive headlong into the experience, to go to office hours more regularly and attend external events and the like, because I no longer have to worry about things like rush hour and my dogs being home for eight hours at a time, alone. These days I'm just a skip away from campus (kind of literally, with that particular bus route being called the Skip), can bip back and forth with whatever frequency I desire. It's fantastic.
I had this little mini-crisis a few weeks ago, feeling like maybe I had to get the hell out of Boulder and into a new place with a university that's more challenging. But then I laid everything out and realized that that wouldn't be the smartest thing to do at the moment, and so I decided to commit to Colorado for the next two years until graduation, and then go from there. And since I decided to do so, since I decided to make this the most worthwhile and gratifying two years possible, everything has been falling into place. I now play softball on Wednesday nights and will start going to an open studio at a ceramics lab on Saturdays (with a cute man who runs it). I'm meeting people, including a very attractive young man from less than a mile from where I grew up who's just moved to Boulder and works (temporarily) as a bouncer at one of my favorite bars.
It's just that old thing, tried and true, where when you put it out there, and when it's meant to be, everything comes back to you times three. Did not mean for that to rhyme. Anyway, life is good. And I have to walk the dogs and get ready for class now.
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Basically, it seems to me that I am most excited above all about being so close to school for this year. Living nearby allows me to dive headlong into the experience, to go to office hours more regularly and attend external events and the like, because I no longer have to worry about things like rush hour and my dogs being home for eight hours at a time, alone. These days I'm just a skip away from campus (kind of literally, with that particular bus route being called the Skip), can bip back and forth with whatever frequency I desire. It's fantastic.
I had this little mini-crisis a few weeks ago, feeling like maybe I had to get the hell out of Boulder and into a new place with a university that's more challenging. But then I laid everything out and realized that that wouldn't be the smartest thing to do at the moment, and so I decided to commit to Colorado for the next two years until graduation, and then go from there. And since I decided to do so, since I decided to make this the most worthwhile and gratifying two years possible, everything has been falling into place. I now play softball on Wednesday nights and will start going to an open studio at a ceramics lab on Saturdays (with a cute man who runs it). I'm meeting people, including a very attractive young man from less than a mile from where I grew up who's just moved to Boulder and works (temporarily) as a bouncer at one of my favorite bars.
It's just that old thing, tried and true, where when you put it out there, and when it's meant to be, everything comes back to you times three. Did not mean for that to rhyme. Anyway, life is good. And I have to walk the dogs and get ready for class now.
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