robglazebrook.com

It looks like I forgot to update regarding my creatively componenting endeavors. Of course, one family dinner, two text messages, three phone calls, and a dozen emails later, I doubt there are many left who haven’t heard.

In the words of my major professor: “I’m sorry, but you passed. You have to go out into the real world now.”

Which is still kinda a scary thought. Grad school is tough, sure, but it’s a familiar sort of tough. I know the patterns, and I am more accustomed than I’d like to admit to the workload. I still have a lot of homework due before I graduate. In fact, I have a big draft due on Thursday and I honestly have no idea how it will get done. But you know what? It will get done. How do I know? Because it has to. That’s the magic of grad school: things get done not because they’re easy (or sometimes, even possible), but because they have to. I’ve always found an odd sort of comfort in that idea.

Of course, that also means there are a lot of things which are not truly necessary which end up falling by the wayside. Like exercise, for example. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained around 25 pounds in the last two years. I enjoy playing racquetball, and I enjoyed working out in the mornings. But when it came time to decide between having a good time on the racquetball court or finishing a paper worth a quarter of my grade, the paper invariably won. My racquetball time shrank as a result, and my stomach grew to fill that void.

Of course, I’m hoping I’ll have a bit more free time this summer, and I’m planning on taking advantage. I’ve decided to buy a year pass to the Lied Rec on campus so I can continue playing racquetball and so forth with my friends. Hopefully I’ll be smart enough to make it worth the money.