I started my classes on Monday, August 30th. Let me just tell you, I was an emotional wreck the night before classes started and the night right after my first class had ended. So I live an hour and a half away from the University I attend, therefore I stay with a friend at her apartment (which is right across from the University) Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights so I do not have to commute so much during the week. The night before classes started, I was at home trying to pick out the clothes I would take with me for the week...and I just started crying for no reason what-so-ever! The next morning, I finish packing everything for the week and take off on my hour and a half commute to school. I then go to my first day at my new job on campus (data entry stuff) and learn what I will be doing. Then I have a class from 5:30 pm to 9:20 pm. That was my first day of graduate school. I went to my friend's apartment after class and I was feeling sort of depressed but not fully. While I'm talking to my friend that I stay with during the week, I start to cry again. I told her not to think anything of it and that in a week or two, I would be used to the change and will look back and think to myself that I stupid for crying.
I have never been a person who likes changes and it started to overwhelm me with all the new changes: Starting a new program, starting a new job, having all night classes, staying in a new place during the week, not getting to see my mini chihuahua (LoRyder) for several days, missing my mom and fiance, etc.
By the second day, I was back to normal and loving my grad program and am super excited about all the stuff I get to do this semester. I didn't even have to wait a full week or two to feel stupid for crying...I got to feel stupid the very next day! The people in my cohort are great and I am loving my profs thus far. It's going to be a super busy semester, but I am finally getting to do what I really love and could not be any happier!!