Fish Out of Water
I spent the week in TA training workshops. Monday morning at 8am, I will teach my very own class. That’s right, I’m teaching Public Speaking to brand new freshmen at 8am on Monday morning.
I’m a glutton for punishment.
Talk about hitting the ground running. Just one year ago, I was balls-out quarterlife crisising. Now I’m beyond that (and writing about my journey here!) and tenaciously going after my passions. I’m back in school, you guys! I’m sitting on a giant campus in a giant office I share with a ton of TAs.
Though I may be back in school, I’m feeling a little out of place. The thing is, I don’t live in this town. I commute 25 miles each way. When I’m here, I’m here. When I’m home, I’m home. I’m not coming back to campus for evening shenanigans. I’m not exactly here to socialize. I have a bit of a domestic life 25 miles away.
I’m struggling with this. I’m here to learn, to get my degree, to collaborate. This isn’t undergrad. No, I can’t go to the bars with you tonight. I’m hanging out with my husband and my cat in our little house in our little neighborhood. I know it sounds rude, but that’s where I am. I want to take a professional approach to my graduate career. I want to manage my time wisely and get enough sleep and spend enough time with those I love and enjoy my classes and get along with my colleagues and my students… I want to be amazing.
If I keep my priorities straight, I know I will be.