The beginning of the end...nah, it's just Tuesday

Monday I finished my coursework for the M.A. program. That felt good. Tuesday I defended my prospectus. That was pretty nerve racking. I'm not sure why, I've spent time in each professors office, worked with each one quite a bit, but the combination of all three of them together, wow, I was actually shaking for the first five or ten minutes (This may have been caused by standing out in the snow for 45 minutes waiting for the UTA bus that never came).

When it was all said and done, I felt relieved, but more than that I realized just how much I have ahead of me. I also learned how little I know about academic writing. That might be a bad thing to realize just before I begin my thesis. At the same time, a professor once said, the purpose of the M.A. thesis is to teach you how to write. I thought I knew a thing or two already but some of the things said on Tuesday seemed so obvious, yet they had never crossed my mind. I've always been somewhat of a quick learner. The problem is, I'm the kind of kid that had to be thrown in the pool to learn how to swim. That's how I feel now, barely staying afloat. Always a bit overwhelmed, always playing catch up and trying to leave my ignorance behind as I run frantically toward the future. I'm tired already.