School, that is. I'm back in it. I'm taking the fullest/most full/brimming course load, all upper division history. That means 28 books this semester, over the course of 15 weeks of actual class. It's a lot, and I am so relieved and excited at the prospect of only studying five days out of the week. What a life! What was I doing fucking around with failure and missing class and not doing readings?
I might just stay in school for the rest of my life. Grad school sounds amazing right now . . . we'll have to reevaluate once I'm halfway through the semester and I have to read two books a week. Perhaps I'll sing a different tune?
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