First Stop

This blog has now become my own record sheet for the progress of grad school as I'm sure no one is reading this anymore since I really am not a person who likes to update her blog routinely. As I'm sitting in a library, there is this old man snoring on a couch and there are some high school kids studying for their exams (I can tell from how serious they look when they read and, c'mon, I've there...they just don't study until the last minute).
Anyway, this is to officially say that I'm finally done with my first quarter in grad school. It's been painful and hectic. And there's been ups and downs, which I don't tend to forget as they are stories I've learned from this tiny portion of my life. Recalling from the night right before the finals, I was thinking about how to commit a perfect murder as for one of the questions that was going to be on one of my finals. In grad school, there is just no absolute right and wrong answers for the problems, and, the most important thing is that I will have to do/write things with good reasons. I finally understand that grad school is all about questioning everything that I learn and trying to come up with ways for better results (which is a total opposition to what I've been taught my whole life). After all, everything does happen for a reason. The question is whether you can take it or not.