What I learned in Grad School

Here is a short list of what I had to learn painfully:

I have to get used to being the oldest in the class. This is no joke. I am 35 years old and I am the only one with this age in a room full of early twenties. I think they even speak another language, the sort that girls say about boys and nosy parents who hound them even if they already have jobs of their own. More specifically, I feel so old sitting next to a student who was an English major in college, who got herself a gold medal for being the top of her class, and then proceeded to take up a masters in education. Her drive for more education mesmerizes me. Wow, like wow. Yes, I feel old, like old socks kind of old.

One should never ever freely discuss about old or former jobs, especially ones that are medically related. It gives people permission to ask for the weirdest things. Most people in the class want to consult me for their medical problems. There was even one girl who feel she wanted to talk about uterine (uterus) polyps and blood clots. Guys, I am not a doctor, but nobody pays any attention when I say this over and over. To be fair, they easily gross out when I talk nurse. That usually gets their disgust, and they will almost every time, deflect to another topic. Hah!

Its tough doing part-time writing and studying full-time. I feel like I don’t have my own free time anymore. I go home right after class to sleep, eat and wash my clothes. This is all very stressful. I mean, very challenging. I may get too used to it, I think, but the time has not yet come.

I realized the learning something new is really exciting, though. Memorizing new things and pushing down to my throat can be good for my lazy bones. Get some old neurons kicking and forming some new synapses so Alzheimer’s can be kicked in the butt. Sorry for the nurse talk.

One more hassle is the early bird obligation. When I was working, I usually wake up two to three hours before the shift starts. Depending on the time slot, this would mean I would wake up at four in the morning or ten in the middle of the day or even eight in the evening. It deserves some getting used to, but I found this very rewarding, since I get to experience waking up to different times of the day. So, when getting up early DAILY in the morning was quite a challenge. Then there is the catch of having been studying the night before, so I wake up groggy and irritable. It does not help that I also wake up almost one hour before class. I love to take my time so when I have to take bathes faster than before, dressing up in less than ten seconds and the eating only about five minutes, it was mind boggling for me. Military school, anyone?