Yesterday I finished the first week of Uni here for my Masters. It was a bit of a cheat, since I didn’t have my class today and the one last night, but that wasn’t my fault! And I am going to abide by my technically done with my first week.
I can breathe a mini sigh of relief.
I have been pleasantly surprised by the courses and professors. My passion for school and learning has been sufficiently reinvigorated.
My work load has also increased hundredfold, but still. It’s good to have assignment again. Maybe I’m strange like that, but I almost feel like it’s just natural for me. Maybe I was born to be a student, a learner.
I have about two books to read every week, as well as three-four critical texts per week, and maybe half a play each week as well. Not counting the papers and assignments and projects as well. Oh and two more novels to read over the course of the semester. As well as my desire to be involved in at least one bookclub (the current potential is two).
Work, having work, feels good though.
I feel like looking in the mirror and saying, ‘Hello, it’s been a long time hasn’t it? Nice to see you again’.