Walking in a Western Illinois wonderland
My first semester of graduate school is finished. As I stay with my brother, take care of my nephew, and make shopping lists for Christmas gifts, I find myself missing school. I miss my friends, I miss the rush to finish a play, write a paper, or complete a project, but thinking of next semester brings anxiety. I succeeded in meeting my goals my first semester, but I’m worried that as the demands increase, so will my weaknesses. I suppose I’ll just remember the Beetles song and get by with a little help from my friends. I’m glad I am in such a supportive environment. There was a moment in my evaluation meeting that I looked around the conference room full of professors and almost cried. I’ve never felt so much honest support. They had so much to say to encourage me in my growth, and I’m eternally grateful. So I’ll continue to watch TV and read The Taker and hold my nephew and relax. I know that next semester will go by just as quickly as this one did, so I’ll embrace every moment. Thanks for reading.
