[A Blue Waikiki by LATINRAMEN]I checked my schedule for this Fall semester today.
Class everyday, meeting another slew of deadlines - term papers in Spanish, novels IN SPANISH, you know what? I kinda like that. I found that I do love the work, just not when I'm pressured to read everything and absorb everything in one week. But I guess that's how it goes in graduate school - you're brain should be ready to fire back intelligent answers and in long paragraphs about your analyzed cultural theories.
I used to think of grad school as undergraduate hell. But I somehow developed a fascination for it. It's socially satisfying, I get to study with a bunch of other smarties who are native speakers and write. I love to write. I love to mingle with people who love what I love and write in both languages.
If that damn four digit tuition wasn't so painful, I'd call myself a hedonist.
