Blog thread,
So it turns out that graduate school is hard work. My real grad classes started just a week ago, today, and since then I have had to read about 600 pages (novels, plays, criticism, historical background, etc.), I gave a 30-minute presentation today, and I turned in an essay last Thursday. In my undergrad classes, even upper division ones, the first week was a joke--if there were assignments at all, they were light and mindless things so that, should someone add the class at the last moment, they wouldn't be totally behind. Not so with a 10-week grad class, evidently.
I've been using the internet for, like, research and stuff, guys! I'm leaving all chat clients turned off. I'm reading all the time and still have to stay up until 3 a.m. to finish things.
And in truth, I'm loving it.
(But I may become even more of a lurking and less of a posting presence on these boards. Not that I expect it'll be noticed, per se, what with my half-a-post-a-day average and all. Just saying.)
Hugs and kisses, shits and giggles,
Elizabeth
P.S. Kids here are a breed of Californian I didn't know actually existed. They're blond and skinny and grew up in the valley (that's valley-with-a-capital-vee), and they actually surf on the weekends and wear flip-flops everywhere and complain when the temperature is above 75 or below 70.