It’s Monday, y’all, the most magical day of the week! I’m not being sarcastic either! I love Melyssa’s Weekly Wishes link-up so much that it has literally turned Monday’s into a giant pep rally for my week, and it usually gets me pumped to take on the day/week.
Ok, let’s get started, shall we?
Last week my goals were:
Get back into the swing of school and set the stage for a balanced life.
Ok, so this is a definite work in progress. I did make an effort to be sans electronics and spend more time with people and the like, AND I even got a massage AND a body wrap….hmmm, ok maybe I rocked this one more than I thought. I did work out my 5 times week and kept the blog going all the while doing my required reading for my classes that are STARTING ON WEDNESDAY, which I think I may pass out from that fact. Ok, in retrospect, I nailed it. However, it is a slippery slope for me and I’ll have to be vigilant otherwise I’ll disappear into the library and never be heard from again.
Wanna know a fun fact? While you are reading this I am in my NEW home and heading off to meet my department at the first meeting of the semester, HOW COOL IS THAT?! I’m also probably psyching myself up in my car for all the new people that I’m going to meet, because if I’m totally honest I am so nervous about everything. Which brings me to my weekly goal of:
Don’t get kicked out of/be late to any graduate school classes.
I don’t know what it is about first days, but everything that can go wrong seems to. I’m not trying to be a Negative Nancy about this, but it’s the truth! It’s gotten so bad that I don’t even get mad about it anymore and I’m usually laughing at myself by the end of the day, because my first days are always a comedy of errors. My first foray into graduate classes was when I took a class right after I got my BA to see if I wanted to follow the path I was going down, and all I have to say is that the first day was straight out of Legally Blonde. I couldn’t find the class, burst into the room, got hit by the door as it was closing and almost had to leave the class all in 5 min. There almost weren’t enough seats and someone even suggested that maybe the class was overbooked by a mistake and that it should be a first-come-first serve thing. NOT EVEN KIDDING.
My first week or so of class was something like this moment in Legally Blonde, and yes we are totally referencing Elle Woods for this story.
On top of my first day woes the culture of the class was completely foreign to me and nobody took me the least bit serious for the first week or so. I felt like I was in over my head and was sinking FAST because I could never manage to get a word in edgewise. I felt intimated because I had just switched to 19th century American history after nearly 3 years of studying Soviet military history/Post-Revolutionary Mexican history…talk about a change! Luckily, I knew the professor and he told me to “Pull it together, Turpin, and show ‘em what you’re made of.”
What I was like after winning a debate the next class and stunning everyone.
And show them I did. I didn’t care if they were rolling their eyes about the fact that I showed up with neon yellow nails to class or that they had caught me applying lip gloss in the hallway (since when was makeup a crime?!), it was game on and I wasn’t going to back down. I studied the material front to back and side-to-side, I could have recited passages from our reading in my sleep and I was NOT playing around anymore. I engaged in more than one heated debate during the semester and I made my point that I was a serious student not to be taken lightly just because I had a penchant for pink.
At the end of the course I had totally won the respect of my classmates who told me that I was a shoe-in for any graduate program that I was applying to, which was a surprise to me. You should have seen my face when they flat out told me that I was a great addition to the class and that they knew I was going to go far. It was a pretty validating moment to say the least. While the semester turned out great a part of me is still worried that I’ll be Elle Woods walking into yet another predicament that I have to prove myself out of.
But, if my idol Elle Woods has taught me anything it’s this, buttercup:
And on that note, I’m ready to, start learning, growing, and thriving in the new experience of graduate school.
Let’s see how I do!