For the first time in two weeks, I went into lab/work today (I’m a grad student). It felt really good (emotionally). It was tiresome (physically). But I’m so happy to be back. I missed my lab mates (they’re all so wonderful), and it felt great to meet up with my advisor (who is, The Man, might I add) to catch up to speed. Just the boost in my moral that I truly needed.
The last two weeks were rough on me, mostly emotionally. I was losing that pep in my step, not only because, well, literally I can’t exert pep of any kind while walking, but because I was losing my purpose. My drive. My desire to produce results worthy of academic success. I was in a rut.
Watching Netflix and laying on my bed for 20 hrs a day didn’t exactly make me feel like I was adding anything to society.
But I’m back. Just being there today gave me that joy – that only working hard can give you – again. Phew!
Today was crazy, too, because I realized it was the LAST DAY of the entire semester for the undergrads. After tomorrow’s commencement, the campus will be a ghost town. I guess it’s nice when the undergrads leave for the summer. We grad students don’t have to duck and cover from all the high speed skateboarders and high-pitched sorority girls. We don’t have to wait in line for 27 minutes for a cup of coffee at the student union. The buses aren’t packed and Friday nights on Pearl Street go back to being somewhat quiet again.
Ahhh, Summer. How I’ve missed you :)