Wow... this is it. I'm in grad school. I actually have to work hard? No, I don't have to work hard. I actually have to work my HARDEST. High school was a joke. Undergrad was a lot of work but not exactly the most difficult. This is a whole new ball game. Almost 500 pages to read over the weekend, half of which I didn't even understand. Unfortunately I got shoved in more advanced classes than my peers (many thanks to my advisor) so I didn't even get a chance to get situated in my new environment... no introductory classes... no hand holding here. I'm completely intimidated in my Psychology of Media seminar. There are only 9 people in the class and I'm the only one who isn't a PhD student or completely enamored with the subject. PAPERS PAPERS PAPERS. No one told me exams don't exist in graduate school. Did I ever mention I love exams? Did I ever mention how much I hate writing papers? Not good.
But I have to admit, this campus is beautiful. Huge, but beautiful. I guess it's not bigger than UF, but the hills make rushing from one end to the other a much greater task. It's obvious how much money goes to this school... just look at the architecture, the fountains, the landscape, the insane amount of genius asian students attending for free.
Oi. I'll adjust.
Right?
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