Graduate School

I started my Ph.D. program this week. After interviewing, moving, studying...its here. And I'm freaking out. Maybe I'm not ready to make this commitment. Maybe I'm not actually qualified.

Today, counseling services came and talked to us. They said "imposter syndome" is normal. Ok. They reminded me that this is the first huge life commitment we're making. Ok. Well maybe I'm not completely insane.

But it's a huge life commitment. I love it, don't get me wrong. And I want to -- but is it the best path for me to take now?

So I'm Praying. Waiting. And holding out until I get an answer. 

On the upside, I'm learning how to teach undergrads. Wait, I'm not an undergrad anymore? I gave a great 5-minutes lesson on enzymes today -- I think maybe the lesson was too happy. Everyone seemed amused. Perhaps too amused.

Oh yeah. And I thought I was going to be sick when the Health Services guy spent and hour talking about burns and lacerations. Really? Really. There is a reason why I chose NOT to be a nurse or doctor. Not to mention the irony that his job is to prevent sickenss on campus.

And I've been informed that eating radioactive material is bad. Ok. Thanks for the clarification.