Every so often in my rigorous grad-school program, I get a chance to breath. Like right now. I have a minute to get my head above water and take a deep breath before being plunged back into the depths. And these moments of recovery are becoming rarer and rarer. Sometimes I wish I'd never enrolled in this program. And sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself just a little bit. I don't feel quite the same...I think what I'm feeling is what they call "jaded." And I miss my friends. I hate that I don't get to see them very much.
I sound like such a whiney-pants. But this is what blogs are for, right?
Alas, the end is near. Not as near as I would like it to be, but near it is indeed. I just pray that the Lord keeps me together. I know he will. He always does.