A Good Sign

Just a few minutes ago while walking home from Planning Law class (not _that_ bad) I saw something perhaps more weird and out of place on Parker Street than the wild turkey's of last November....Triangle Man. I haven't seen Triangle Man in quite some time, perhaps because I'm not in that part of campus anymore, perhaps because I do not go to the RSF enough, or perhaps Triangle Man has finally moved on and is only here to visit.

But I take his random appearance on Parker and Hillegass, in all his bizarre Trianglely-Manness as a good omen. I do not know why I'm taking this is a good omen, I can't think of any symbolism or deeper meaning to it. But I'm running with the feeling.

Because this week....oh boy...this week was hell week. I'm used to having a hell week once or twice every semester, usually towards the end or during midterms. But this early hell week caught me off guard. All my stresses swirled into one big yucky storm that was way way out of season---way too early. Made me feel like if it's this bad now, how am I going to survive the rest of it?

But I've decided that things aren't going to get worse, they're going to get better. By the simple fact that the book will be done, my load will lighten as the semester progresses, or at least I'll be under less pressure.

And now it is the weekend. And the weekend is mine. To do with it what I please. Much of that will be work-work-work. But at least that will be my choice and I can temporarily get off the speeding treadmill that was this past week.

I have a new answer for when people ask me how grad school is....if it's the same as undergrad.

It's harder. A damn lot harder. Not so much because of the courses, but because of what's expected of you and what you expect from yourself. But, as so many of you have been kind enough to patiently remind me....I will get things done and survive.