Picking up my life and moving to Wisconsin wasn’t the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. Over the past fourteen weeks, I have had the joy of meeting phenomenal groups of new people within my job, my GA position, classes, and volunteering. Although I have had a great time getting to know others, I have felt a little inauthentic. Like most people, when I meet new people, I try really hard to make a good first impression. I have remained acting like my scatter-brained, self-conscious, excited self while meeting new people; however, I haven’t let anyone know that at the beginning, I didn’t necessarily feel as much at home as I had at the beginning.
After classes started, I really wasn’t sure if I fit in or if I was prepared enough to be in graduate school. I pushed through my first two weeks of school in a confused daze. In that time, I forgot to do discussion questions, printed off a hard-copy of an assignment instead of submitting it to d2l, and gotten an 8/10 on a quiz. I knew I was where I wanted to …show more content…
I casually told her everything was fine. My friends and old supervisor at home joke that they can tell the severity of a situation by how quickly and how many times I say, “It’s fine.” I must have been saying “it’s fine” pretty frequently. Claire stopped me and asked if I was really fine. She said, “You 're saying you’re fine, which is indicating you’re not actually fine.” Recognizing that I wasn’t actually fine and that she had figured out my games, I started crying and told her everything that was going on. It was in that moment that I started being very authentic with how I was feeling and how the first couple weeks of my grad school experience had gone. I remember telling her everything that I had been thinking over the past two weeks. She sat quietly and listened intently over the phone. She accepted me where I was at in the moment and talked me through
After classes started, I really wasn’t sure if I fit in or if I was prepared enough to be in graduate school. I pushed through my first two weeks of school in a confused daze. In that time, I forgot to do discussion questions, printed off a hard-copy of an assignment instead of submitting it to d2l, and gotten an 8/10 on a quiz. I knew I was where I wanted to …show more content…
I casually told her everything was fine. My friends and old supervisor at home joke that they can tell the severity of a situation by how quickly and how many times I say, “It’s fine.” I must have been saying “it’s fine” pretty frequently. Claire stopped me and asked if I was really fine. She said, “You 're saying you’re fine, which is indicating you’re not actually fine.” Recognizing that I wasn’t actually fine and that she had figured out my games, I started crying and told her everything that was going on. It was in that moment that I started being very authentic with how I was feeling and how the first couple weeks of my grad school experience had gone. I remember telling her everything that I had been thinking over the past two weeks. She sat quietly and listened intently over the phone. She accepted me where I was at in the moment and talked me through