DONE! I officially turned in the last project of my first semester here at BU at 1:06 AM this morning!
I know that I owe this blog and its wonderful readers seven or eight posts. I haven't kept up with this thing as much as I was hoping to.
To be fair, I have only been a bit busy between grad school and work. After midterms, things started to really pick up speed. Every student was piled with almost too much homework to handle and, being that we all have an outside job, it took a while to find a balance. The balance being the end of a semester.
I have always been told that the first semester to graduate life will be an adjustment. It is not just two more years of college, it's two more years of how-much-information-can-we-cram-into-your-brain-before-you-have-to-do-this-on-your-own? intense work. A jabberwocky of papers,projects, and observation hours. If you were hoping for any type of social life to exist outside of your cohort meeting to discuss the three upcoming projects that y'all are all stressed over, I would encourage you to extinguish that flame. This is your life. And it's only going to get worse.
Looking back over the semester, I can say that I've made some strides in becoming a better human. I have had to learn to adjust, learned how to constantly look at things from a new angle (thank you TCS), learned patience (thank you MTBA [public transport]), and really have started to learn on the better times to keep my mouth shut. I have learned to be confident in who I am and not bother with the people who want me to change. I have learned more about my language and ASL, the importance of having great teachers in the schools, and gained a detailed list of things never ever to do when I have my own classroom.
I have also learned the importance of having a team. There are only five of us in my cohort. That's it. It is a small but extremely powerful group. We bonded fairly quickly, over the mass hysteria of the rose garden, and always seem to have each other's backs. We (mostly) have all the same classes (we will by the time we graduate) so we are able to understand each other's struggle. No one gets it quite like we do. If you need to get something off your chest, there's four people there to listen and figure out the next step. (Because most of the time if you're feeling it - the rest of the group is as well). We have been through thick, mucky crap and back again. We're a strong group of girls - and it's freaking awesome.
I won't lie to you, readers. I'm absolutely and totally exhausted. All I can think about doing is sleeping the entire two weeks I'm home. But the first semester is done. I am blessed with a break to recoup and gear up for the next part of the journey.
For all those wondering - I'm flying in on the 23rd. It's going to be a fast two weeks in Texas before I find myself back in the sleepless, windy town of Boston. According to locals and those who have lived here much longer than I, that's when the real winter hits. I am terrified in finding out what that even means.
All the best,
Kaity
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