Major updates first:
The writing center is no more. While I enjoyed helping the youngins feel more comfortable with and confident in the work they were submitting, I feel my efforts and energy are better invested in Directr. As of Monday, I will be full-time student, most-time social media maven (That's right. I am a self-proclaimed expert now... even though I learned a whole bunch of silly statistics in a class the other day that made me think "oh man, gotta change the day we post some things"). I mean, honestly, who knew Tuesday was the day the most amount of people unsubscribed from email lists. DO NOT ever send ANYTHING on a Tuesday. Lesson learned. Thank ya, guest speaker, Dexter.
I moved....again. Long story short - The drama that erupted was stressful and frustrating, but the outcome is amazing. I now have a renovated apartment with wood floors, granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances, a room twice the size of the previous one, a parking spot (in a garage!), and a super sweet roommate, Mari (and her sometimes dog Bella).... all for the same price I was paying for a dinky little room, no parking, and a run-down, smelled-like-dog apartment around the corner. I think that statement, "Good things happen to good people", might actually be true.
And the school snippets for those of you who have already asked or have been itching to connect with me:
School is fantastic. I've been nerding out. As with any graduate program, the work load is reading heavy, but the classes are interesting and enjoyable so the outside work doesn't seem so daunting. Except for research. I can't. It's just so horrible. I thought I could quit Scientific Method in 4th grade. It snuck up on me in 9th and 10th grade too, but I powered through and then I somehow managed to avoid excessive exposure to the dreadful process during my undergraduate career, but here it is- back again. Death via Method of Science. I swear, it's imminent.
Provided I do survive the research class, I'm get to hang out with some pretty cool people. My professors are all insanely impressive both academically and professionally. Yet, I find them to be approachable and almost... human. Have professors always been this way? Why do I remember them being terrifying, intimidating people that were far too virtuous to approach?
Lucky for me, I seem to have overcome this irrational fear of respected scholars. Just last week, my professor called my name to give a mini presentation in class and as I stood, he immediately commented on my flower pants (yes, you all know and love them as much as I do). Without hesitation, I replied, "Yea. They're powerful." Defensive much? Are we allowed to speak to these almighty professors with such candor? He quickly assuaged my fears with, "Ok Miss Flower Power". Still hoping that one won't come back to haunt me.
And then there's Jodi - I think technically she's Prof. Luber, but I have such a huge lady crush on her that I have taken the liberty of calling her by her first name. Not only is she hilarious and a little bit snarky, but she founded Womens Forum , which is an "online community for women to connect, engage, and discuss." She has an endearing personality, is an engaging professor, and is a successful entrepreneur and mother. Maybe because I was (and forever will be) a Bruin Belle, or maybe it's my inner feminist roaring, or maybe it's just a girl thing, but my admiration for this woman continues to grow. Seriously, she's a rockstar. I'll take her autograph over the biebs any day.
As for other happenings in this so-called life away from work and school that I lead, the most exciting piece of news is that it is almost October, the leaves are beginning to change, cider doughnuts are at Wilson's Farm, and oversized sweaters are socially acceptable for public appearances. Why can't it be October in New England all year?
This upcoming week, I will actually start documenting some of my grad school experiences with instagram pictures and directr movies as I had originally intended for this blog. Sharing galore in the near future. Until then, enjoy my ramblings.
School is fantastic. I've been nerding out. As with any graduate program, the work load is reading heavy, but the classes are interesting and enjoyable so the outside work doesn't seem so daunting. Except for research. I can't. It's just so horrible. I thought I could quit Scientific Method in 4th grade. It snuck up on me in 9th and 10th grade too, but I powered through and then I somehow managed to avoid excessive exposure to the dreadful process during my undergraduate career, but here it is- back again. Death via Method of Science. I swear, it's imminent.
Provided I do survive the research class, I'm get to hang out with some pretty cool people. My professors are all insanely impressive both academically and professionally. Yet, I find them to be approachable and almost... human. Have professors always been this way? Why do I remember them being terrifying, intimidating people that were far too virtuous to approach?
Lucky for me, I seem to have overcome this irrational fear of respected scholars. Just last week, my professor called my name to give a mini presentation in class and as I stood, he immediately commented on my flower pants (yes, you all know and love them as much as I do). Without hesitation, I replied, "Yea. They're powerful." Defensive much? Are we allowed to speak to these almighty professors with such candor? He quickly assuaged my fears with, "Ok Miss Flower Power". Still hoping that one won't come back to haunt me.
And then there's Jodi - I think technically she's Prof. Luber, but I have such a huge lady crush on her that I have taken the liberty of calling her by her first name. Not only is she hilarious and a little bit snarky, but she founded Womens Forum , which is an "online community for women to connect, engage, and discuss." She has an endearing personality, is an engaging professor, and is a successful entrepreneur and mother. Maybe because I was (and forever will be) a Bruin Belle, or maybe it's my inner feminist roaring, or maybe it's just a girl thing, but my admiration for this woman continues to grow. Seriously, she's a rockstar. I'll take her autograph over the biebs any day.
As for other happenings in this so-called life away from work and school that I lead, the most exciting piece of news is that it is almost October, the leaves are beginning to change, cider doughnuts are at Wilson's Farm, and oversized sweaters are socially acceptable for public appearances. Why can't it be October in New England all year?
This upcoming week, I will actually start documenting some of my grad school experiences with instagram pictures and directr movies as I had originally intended for this blog. Sharing galore in the near future. Until then, enjoy my ramblings.
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