In which I wake up in the 7’s every morning and feel oppressively tired by 8 in the evening.
In which there are a minimum of 3 word documents and 3-7 articles open on my computer screen at any given time.
In which I use a planner for the first time in my life. And I make (and obsessively consult) a weekly to-do list. And a wall calendar of due dates.
In which I begin scheduling social time in my planner.
In which I regularly cry while reading for class. Because the Americans with Disabilities Act. Because people in my field understand the soul-crushing ramifications of poverty. Because it’s miraculous and just soul-brimming when children with special needs get their needs met. Because here are all these people who understand, who love the difficult kids. And I’m a sap.
In which a memoir about traumatic brain injury triggers me so intensely I think I’ve contracted the stomach flu.
In which I begin to learn about Autism.
In which I discover I can take spiders out of my house in cups. Much more than being in grad school, this convinces me I am growing up.
In which I buy and care for a plant, and it does not die.