The hardest thing to learn has been simply that grad school isn’t college. So far I’ve been treating it like a sixth year at Northeastern, but it’s not. Grad school is what happens when you put together all of the nerdy kids who raised their hands for every question in college. We’re all used to being the only ones who participated in class, only it’s not like that anymore. It’s a nice atmosphere to be in but it’s also a bit unusual.
Also, I’m getting into the mindset that every free moment I have should probably be spent reading something. It’s the only way to tackle the enormous amounts of paper I have to get through every week. At the moment Moby Dick is eating me alive.
On Friday Howie drove me to this house.
To learn about John Greenleaf Whittier
