At this point it is rather hard to believe that I still have a year left when I go home. This class I'm taking is pretty intense thus far- starts at 8:30am and ends... well, it never really officially ends. I have heard tell that this is very similar to grad school- if you aren't working your butt off you are obliged to feel guilty. Sounds familiar, much like what I've been doing since January. I have a test this week and I haven't taken an exam in over 6 months- I don't think I've gone for this long a period of time without being evaluated since about kindergarten. Wonder what it will feel like to never have to take an exam again?

High school was easy, in retrospect. I actually had TIME to do art. I guess undergrad was(is?) easy too in that way- you actually have hours in the day you don't need to dedicate to research or reading papers, etc. Well, I guess this is what I should look forward to in a career in research if indeed that's what I end up doing... I've sure had enough experience to find out whether I like it or not- I do enjoy it, despite the masochistic nature of the field.

I had a brief, faint glimpse of maybe flying home for a couple of weeks during the summer, but I don't think that is going to happen. I decided to be out here, I might as well see my decision through. If I'm going to live out here sometime in the future (which would be AWESOME) I'd better get over homesickness. Although, I missed a lot of really important changes with my family and friends... ach, sacrifice.

Anyway, bedtime. I'm obviously not studying anymore.