I started my second semester of grad school this week. The workload is pretty intimidating, but I think I got it down by this point. I hope, anyway.

One thing that struck me is how much more relaxed I feel as opposed to that first week of grad school. Everything- god I just felt like I couldn't breate. I spent the night before my first classes that semester reading the reflections of a woman who dropped out of her PhD program. I was positive that I would flunk out. And I did pretty well.

I think that's given me a confidence going forward. Now I just have to recalibrate and figure out how to balance this new semester schedule.