Two months and beyond

The craziness of Grad School is all around. As I sit in Cabot staring at that System Dynamics assignment, I can't believe how far away from home I am and yet in some ways this is already home too.

Life has fallen into that routine that I crave. Yet every week is a different crazy. Each week seems like an insurmountable mountain. I know for sure that the assignments will get done, angst and despair will return at the thought of the next one, weekend plans will be made, weather shall be cursed, free food shall be found and life will go back to normal again. Though no part of this life seems normal to me.

I am beginning to realise this is turning into quite the rant. Must go back to that chapter on delays.

Happy Halloween! 

Pretty much what I am surviving on

“Would you care for a cup of tea?” I said.

“Tea?”

She spoke as if she had never heard of the stuff.

“Nothing like a cup after a journey,” I said.  “Buck you up.  Put a bit of zip into you.  What I mean is, restores you, and so on, don’t you know”.

—Bertie Wooster in The Aunt and the Sluggard, by P. G. Wodehouse