The first week of grad school. It came, it gave me a smack down, but it will not conquer. But I do still have two more days now, don’t I? I mustn’t get too cocky.
As almost all of you know, I started GW’s re-entry program for speech-language pathology last fall. Speech-language pathology is a master’s program wherein acceptance requires a bachelor’s degree in communication disorders or speech and hearing science. At
The George Washington University, the re-entry program grants acceptance to the master’s program conditional upon completion of some 26 hours of pre-reqs.
My re-entry schedule wasn’t a walk in the park–an 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. straight block-o-classes–but we only met twice a week and aside from clinical observations and group projects, we didn’t have to wander down to campus all too often.
I have one thing to say: that easy booze cruise of a ship has sailed! Of course last year was not easy, and I didn’t booze that much, but things are different now. For one thing, I have been on campus, in meetings, attending classes, and preparing for my therapy sessions for 13 hours at a time. I may’ve done that in undergrad at the school newspaper, but let’s face it, that was totally a booze cruise. So yeah, never worked non-stop 13-hour days until now. And I’ve worked several in a row. And when I come home, I do more work. It feels like this. And it’s only my first week of grad school.
Where I spend my whole day, every day.
But you know what? It’s amazing! I have clients and fascinating classes and terrific resources. For real, I do (especially the clients part!). As any grad student would expect, there’s so much on my daily plate that I’ve had to plain pick up a few more forks to finish it all, but I have an unbelievable support system in this–classmates-cum-friends, rockstar professors and supervisors, the sweetest family in the world, and my partner in all things, my Colby.
But Colby’s not here right now, and my family’s far away. So I blog, when I can. It balances me. Because just before this crazy week smote-me-good, I was spending time with my family and friends, visiting the Virginia country with my grandparents, enjoying a rainy Sunday afternoon with my book club, and celebrating a wonderful 28th birthday with some really special people. Because I need to, because it balances me.
My MomMom and I had Virginia ham biscuits, Brunswick stew, sweet tea, and chocolate pie at the Old Chickahominy House in Williamsburg. It was as filling as it sounds.
And like I said, I look for a little balance. As in, ham biscuits on the one hand, and drag queens on the other.