Sometimes I forget why I am grateful to be at place that nurtures the mind and soul, and it's only at odd moments in time when I think about why I need to get the most out of my program. Last Wed I ran my tentative argument to Dr. Ivy League during the last 10 min. of class (we had writing groups that day), which carried on to another 20 minues in the hallway. I don't know if I can ever describe fully what moments like those mean to me. I was a mess at the time, frantically trying to piece an argument which seemed like it was going to fall apart the night before it was due; but standing there listening to Dr. Ivy give suggestions inspired me in so many ways. I am grateful that Profs are THERE. Strange how some days things seem to be just right, so maybe I am at the right program after all. I wish I can always feel this good.
Two more weeks and I start anew -- but first 2 final papers this week, and I'm on the flight back to ma and pop city, where I will do nothing but watch films (and the Sopranos) and hang out with old friends.
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