It feels a little lonely without my cohort--especially the ones that mopped up my tears, pushed me forward, and never let me down when I needed help. Out of the unlikeliest places, I found people--even though so different in temperament--who managed to squeeze into a section of my heart. I love our online revelations, theoretical musings, frustrations, and delight over our program. My other friends don't get excited over understanding Foucault, the correct placement of a comma, the completion of a grueling literature review, the success of a team project after spending only a few hours creating the damn thing, the beginning of a new class, a full eight hours sleep, or a killer mark in the most hair tearing out class you've ever had in your life...ever. Maybe they get excited over other things, but I don't know because I'm here in this moment...and soon I won't be...so I think I'll just savour this moment while I can.
That's touching and so true Stephanie. All of us work so hard at producing work that we consider to be masterpieces, yet no one will understand us...unless they are us.
ReplyDeleteHere's to the crazy ones, the ones who share in our journeys of enlightenment.