So, today's my first day of graduate school. I'm pretty fucking nervous. REAL Goddamn Fucking Nervous. REALLY REALLY REAL Shit-Kickin' Horse-Punchin' Goddamn Fucking Nervous. Think about this: on the first day of class (no matter what year), you're thinking about whether your teacher's going to be a dick, whether your classmates are going to make fun of you and kick your ass, whether you remembered to buy the appropriate materiels, etc.
I guess I'm not too worried about whether my classmates like me. I mean, kind of, but I'm in graduate school for PHILOSOPHY, not kick-boxing or anything. We're probably all too anti-social, physically weak and neurotic to really hate on each other. Plus, I think the beard/glasses/ponytail look unites philosophers. Actually, I think it unites all graduate students. That, and being a severe alcoholic with no money to speak of.
I'm kind of worried about having the right stuff for class, though. I mean, I have my books, my notepads and all of that horseshit, but what if I get there and we need a protractor? Holy fuck, I'd be screwed! I don't know if we need to measure anything, but what do I know? What if I need a compass or something? Both kinds of compass? What if we need to measure circles, and also know which way is North?
Most of all, I'm worried that they let me in on accident. What if it's WAY OVER MY HEAD!? What if I get there, and I realize everyone's way more smart than me, or way more prepared? I'm sure they have a better work ethic than I do; that's not really the question. I can just imagine a situation in which the professor would ask a question, like "What do you guys think about metaphysics, in the context of Eastern spirituality?" If they asked that, I'd puke under my desk. And that's a fact.
Wish me luck!
Totally Fucked,
Cory
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