First week

I have officially completed my very first week of graduate school. The classes are HARD. One of my professors used the word prolegomenon THREE TIMES IN ONE LECTURE. I'd never heard the word before in my life. And, Lord knows, after looking it up, I'm still wondering why he doesn't just say prologue, like the rest of us.

I'm sure that once I train my brain to think differently, and faster, these classes will be an absolute pleasure. For now, though, I find myself thinking "What in the world have I gotten myself into?!"

I have not had much time to explore the town; Indy keeps drawing me back over the weekends. I feel like a freshman that keeps going back home, but it's difficult to ignore obligations and relationships back there when I have only such superficial ones here.