In the morning, right before we left for the bus stop. Drew took a picture of me with a sign that said, “First Day of Grad School.” He is so cute. It was his idea. I had my book bag on and I was ready to go, do or die.
After work today, I went up about 10 mins early to get to my classroom. When I finally found it, I took a seat near the back. I didn’t want to be so up front. The professor introduced herself, talked about her background, and how she is a statistician. I opened my Mac, and prepared myself for the start of Grad School.
When she started to lecture, I took notes on my Mac. I felt like I understood the material and didn’t really need to ask questions. I felt like I got it. Our first homework assignment was to write a discussion post about ourselves. The second homework assignment that is due is a practice quiz almost on the material we covered in class. Then, of course, read for the next class, it’s not too bad so far.
After class was over we took a break, and then I got ready for my next class. I wasn’t sure what to expect for my next class. It seemed like it was going to be my favorite at first, but now I felt like that was going to change.
When the professor came in, he introduced himself and started talking about the syllabus, the expectations, upcoming assignments due, and etc. We really didn’t start talking about the readings until the last half of the class. This professor’s style was more like he asks probing questions, and the class leads the discussion with their answers. It is not really what I am used to. I wanted to show that I read the material and watched the documentary, so I tried to answer as much as I could and participate.
Right before class was over, we split up into groups to work on the state board or accreditation project that is due early February. After this class was over, I felt so overwhelmed. I didn’t know how I was going to do this. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work, or if I was even cut out for it. I talked to the professor after class for a while, he told me that I will be okay.
The first paper is always the worst because you never know what to expect. I agree, but when papers are worth 50% of your grade. I better know what to expect, as much as possible. He encouraged me to go the writing center for my sentence structure if I have issues with it, but I need to find someone who works with graduates, not undergrads (oh the glory days……..).
When I met up with Drew, who was downstairs by the bagel place, he was open arms and saw how drained I looked. I told him how I felt. He knows I am quick to get so down on myself and be tough on myself. He said, “Baby, it is your first class. Give it a chance. You will do great.” I know he is right, but damn that second class is going to whip my ass. I just know it. When we got home, I went upstairs and got ready for bed. I was so tired.