First semester of graduate school? Check.

So I successfully survived my first semester as a graduate student. I'm pretty sure I passed all of my classes, so life is good. I'm liking the entire no calculating of GPAs in my program. It certainly takes a certain amount of pressure off.

I am very much looking forward to my winter break, which I guess officially started last night. Before I go back to the land of the malls, I am getting my life back in order, replenishing some of the money that I've spend this holiday season (at I job a love), and see old college buddies that have moved away. I am looking forward to going home though, and seeing my Teaneck friends, being the youngest child yet again (and all that that entails), etc. etc. My home time will last for a shorter time this year than it has in the past. Boston is starting to be my home more and more, so I will be returning to work and to spend time with my Boston friends in early January.

It has been an interesting segue out of undergrad thus far...While things are different than undergrad, they aren't too different. Some friends have moved away while some still remain. I'm living with my freshman (sophomore & junior) year roommate, along with another college friend. Although for the first time I have my own apartment, pet, utility bills to pay, etc. And even though I'm at the same school, things are still different. I spend the majority of my time on campus split between two buildings, so the rest of the campus is beginning to feel a little foreign. As normal, the freshman seem as young as ever. When I met up with one of my old roommates this past week, she remarked that I look older, which is funny, because I don't really feel that much older. I guess as with most things, sometimes its easier to notice change as an outsider.

In the past I have whole-heartedly disagreed with the ideology that "Ignorance is bliss." And overall I still believe that it is better to know than to not know... but for some aspects of my life I've decided that I need to practice ignorance more often. Too much knowledge, I've decided, can be wholly unnecessary and make me feel bad about things that are not worth spending the time or the energy on. Too bad I'm such a curious person. But you know,

"Life's not about what's better than..."