I've Been Hit With The H-Bomb

When I got accepted into Harvard, I had a hard time telling people. In casual conversation, I would say, "I'm going to grad school in Boston." Then I would say, "Actually, I'm getting my doctorate in Cambridge." By that time, I sounded like a real douche bag. Ironically, I avoided mentioning Harvard in order to not sound like a douche bag.

Well, now I am not ashamed to say that I go to Harvard, because I feel like I am here by the skin of my teeth. I just finished my first week of classes...I'm already behind in the reading. I have a paper, an assignment and a class presentation due in the next week and a half. One of my classes made me cry...not in the class...because I felt dumb and alone. I don't mind feeling dumb, but I truly felt like I was the only one who didn't know what the hell was going on. Well, maybe I mind feeling dumb a little bit. My ass is being kicked!

The good thing is that my classmates are really supportive, honest and non-competitive. So I'm getting lots of support.

This weekend, I am going to revamp my entire approach to the hundreds of pages of reading that are due every week. I'm actually excited about my new approach to homework. So hopefully, Harvard will have to find another way to beat me to a pulp.