I believe I survived a bought of bronchitis over the last two weeks. It hit me hard, mostly in the sinus reagion. Queen and David Bowies “Under Pressure” comes to mind. The sickness had me down and out, as it took forever for me to feel well. Also, after two straight, full weeks in a drug-induced stupor, it began to feel as if I was just dead to everything. The unbearable chill of winter in New York must have also played a part in my intellectual dysfunction.
All this led up to somewhat of a rebirth yesterday. I got sick of feeling dead and useless. I just decided against the feeling and went on with life as I thought it should go. This translates to taking my Lyotard reading for class, along with a yellow pad, down to a coffee shop called Blackbird. Officially, it’s a parlor, meaning I think I can sit there all day and read philosophy. Anyway, the act of getting out and settling into a studious lifestyle, embracing a hipster ideal, felt reinvigorating. Cliche? Sure. But therapeutic, no doubt.
While I could list complaints about Grad school, I’ll avoid it. Something about taking out loans to fund an education makes me feel entitled to a certain amount of bitching. But never mind that. I’ll leave it at this:
I’m enjoying my program, and in the long run, I believe it was the right choice to pursue this degree at this point in my life. I love the readings so far and enjoy the creative aspect of my practice courses. The foundation of the program is strong. It’s execution? A bit sloppy. But, overall, I’m happy with it.