After work on Thursday, I had my Orientation for Grad School. Thankfully the Orientation took place in the same building, as my office. I was a little nervous, but mostly excited. I was anxious to hear how the program works, and meet the other members of my cohort, as well as my professors.
When I arrived up to the 5th floor, I knew the room number, but the way the building is laid out. There are so many corner hallways and then one hallway leads to another hallway. It is confusing. I just followed the room numbers, which I guess is what anyone else would normally do.
Once I found the conference room, I took a seat at the table. On the table, were two sheet of papers. One sheet of paper was a powerpoint presentation, and the other was a plan of study. Once everyone arrived, the orientation got underway. Dr. S was one of the professors, as well as Dr. F, and I can’t remember the other professor’s last name, but her name was Linda. Most of us in the cohort, already worked at Pitt, and were planning to attend school part-time. There was one woman, who did not work at Pitt, and was unemployed outside of the home, and was going to attend classes part-time, while she looked for a job. She received her undergrad from Penn State, already someone that I know I won’t like (just kidding).
Dr. S congratulated us on our acceptance, and then explained how the program is designed, and how important it is to stick to the course plan, and is there to help us along the way. He gave us the days and times of our first two classes next semester. My first class will take place on Monday from 7:15pm-9:15pm. The second class will take place on Thursdays at 4:30pm-7:15pm. I originally thought I would have two classes back to back on Monday, but I think the times have changed. I am happier with not having classes back to back, but regardless I will have a long week, and a lot of work ahead of me.
At one point, in the Orientation, someone asked how we will be graded? And they said, through papers, reports, discussion board posts, and participation. I immediately got so nervous. Most of you, you have visited my blog, know I am a decent writer, or at least like my writing, or my content, because you follow me right? ;p However, if you couldn’t already tell, I have a punctuation problem. Truthfully, I do not know most of the rules behind punctuation. I write like I speak. I love to write. I think I am a good writer, and I have good ideas, but at the same time this whole punctuation thing really throws me for a loop, sometimes. (I am even thinking did I get my punctuation and grammar right, as I write this? lol)
At the end of the orientation, we were able to branch off and meet with our advisors. This man named, Mike, who is my in my cohort. He and I share the same advisor. Our advisor is Dr. F. Dr. F, Mike, and myself took a seat in the lobby at a random set of chairs and a table. She asked us about our background, and when it was my turn. I told her how nervous I am about the writing part. I told her that I believe I am good writer, but the punctuation and the grammatical errors are challenging for me, and therefore take away from my content. She encouraged me to visit the writing center. The people at the writing center are there to help you fix those errors, and to help you learn from them, or you can pay an editor, but you won’t gain anything. I agreed. If I am going to do this, then I should learn from my errors. Also, I thought how am I going to find time to go to this writing center, work, and attend grad school, as well as be a wife, and a mom one day!? I know I am getting ahead of myself.
When I left Orientation, I went to meet Drew. He was on the second floor of my building, by my office entry waiting for me. Thankfully, I work in the same building as my grad classes. When I saw him, I just looked at him and I mean really looked at him. He was going to be there for me every step of the way. I knew right then in that second, that I could do this. Even though I had thoughts, as to how. I still knew that I could do this. I wanted to.
When he saw me, he gave me a hug, and asked me how it went? I said, good and smiled. They told us we are going to be graded on our papers, reports, and discussion board posts. There really isn’t an exam. He said, “Well that’s good babe. You love to write.” He is right. I do love to write, so I said, “Yes, I love to write, but I am terrible at knowing the rules behind punctuation, and I just am so nervous that my writing won’t be good enough, and how am I going to have time to visit the writing center?” He said, “Baby, you will do what you have to do. I am here to support you every step of the way. ” I smiled. One thing about me is I will freak out over every detail right away. I am all about the moment, and the second guessing, and the questioning of myself, but somehow in the end it always seems to work out. I do know this will be hard work, time consuming, but at the end of the day, I know I will find time to do what it takes.
When we left Oakland, we drove back to Moon, and stopped at Primanti’s, we sat the bar had a beer, cheese fries, and sandwiches. We met a guy at the bar, who was in the Marines. He is out of the Marines now, 53 years old. We thanked him for his service and bought him a beer. He asked Drew, if he was still in school? I laughed. Drew always asks me if he is getting old, or if he has grays, and this man assumed he was younger than he is. I thought it was cute. Drew told him, that he isn’t in school anymore and works at Pitt. The guy asked what he did? Then he asked me and I told him what I do at Pitt, and how we are celebrating my Grad School Orientation was tonight. He congratulated me. We talked about his time overseas, and the state of the world today.
When we left Primanti’s, we went home and went to bed. We both had to get up for work in the morning, but I was thankful for tonight, but nervous for the work ahead.