Last Thursday, I had my last class of my first year of graduate school. It's taken me a couple of days, a brewery tasting tour, a Game of Thrones marathon, and a movie watching extravaganza to celebrate. Or perhaps, the right phrase is "come to terms with this fact," the fact that I'm no longer a student in the lecture and final exams sense. And it was...anticlimactic. I think I was already so checked out after turning in my final proposals that I was ready to be done, and mentally I already was done. One of my classes was already done and I just had a presentation left in the other. And afterwards, I did as I do on Thursday nights and went to trivia and it felt normal. No big sense of relief, no jumping for joy. Just...normal.
Of course the weekend was much more exciting in that I had no schoolwork to do, so I definitely felt freer. But in big scheme of things I wonder if I have stopped being a "student." This thought scares me a little, but at the same time, it makes sense. For me, I am so inundated with facts and information that my brain filters the best it can. I can't be interested in every lecture that comes my way, and whereas a few years ago, I would have resisted and tried to force myself to pay attention to anything anyone in any kind of authority would say, I have now accepted the fact that if you want me to listen to you, you'd better have something really good to say or say it in a way that gets my attention. I have accepted that there are things I don't care about. These things may be very important to some people, and I am glad that they are important to these people, but they don't have to be important to me. And I know that now. And that's ok.
There's not really a conclusion to this post. Perhaps more of a beginning. It's the first Monday to work. Should be an interesting ride.
Of course the weekend was much more exciting in that I had no schoolwork to do, so I definitely felt freer. But in big scheme of things I wonder if I have stopped being a "student." This thought scares me a little, but at the same time, it makes sense. For me, I am so inundated with facts and information that my brain filters the best it can. I can't be interested in every lecture that comes my way, and whereas a few years ago, I would have resisted and tried to force myself to pay attention to anything anyone in any kind of authority would say, I have now accepted the fact that if you want me to listen to you, you'd better have something really good to say or say it in a way that gets my attention. I have accepted that there are things I don't care about. These things may be very important to some people, and I am glad that they are important to these people, but they don't have to be important to me. And I know that now. And that's ok.
There's not really a conclusion to this post. Perhaps more of a beginning. It's the first Monday to work. Should be an interesting ride.
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