Class in 9.5 hours. My first semester as a graduate student I was nearly ready to quit.

My second semester was the most enlightening school experience I have ever had. Excellent professors, excellent subjects, and I actually felt like I accomplished something with my research and writing. In fact, I became paranoid that I must be missing something because of it.

Over the summer the explosion of what was previously the most important part of my life, as well as being forced to choose job or school, soured me on the subject again. I was faltering, I must admit.

Now it’s time to see if I can recapture that feeling from the end of last year again. It’s at least more likely that someone loving me again anytime soon, so I have to try, and I have to make it count. If not, I may find that my life has truly been reset.