Just Being Honest.

Monday was the first day of my 2nd year in graduate school.
When the semester starts things get crazy. I'm teaching a biology lab for elementary education majors twice a week. It's quite fun and I like it so far.
I am also taking a grant writing class on Tuesday evenings.
And I'm trucking away on my research basically every other spare moment I have.
Don't get me wrong...I love it. I'm so excited. And I'm so so close to finding out something really interesting. But sometimes I feel like I'm going 150 miles per hour all day long.
Weekends in the lab have transformed from a rare exception to something I basically plan on doing.

Last weekend, I was walking into lab at 9:00 pm on a Saturday evening, and said something to Jordan like "Oooo, now I can find out who all the weridos are who work late on Saturday night."

Oh the irony. I didn't find any weirdos. Just me.

And of course, there was the obligatory "beginning of the year freak out sesh," where I cry about being stuck in graduate school for 4 more years while everyone else gets pregnant and has lots of babies.

Gosh, we never planned on having kids right away...we're only 23 years old. But when you hear about 4 new pregnant women your age within a three day period it's enough to make you think that maybe you're doing something wrong.

I'm good now. Really. And distracted by all the work I need to do this semester. I have my first committee meeting in November, where I will present my research and they will tell whether or not I've been a slacker for the past 11 months. Can't wait for that.

Oh and speaking of kids...recently I've become obsessed with wanting to homeschool. Who the HECK am I? Anyways. That's a long way away.

Just being honest.