4 Months Post-Grad

This morning when I woke up and grabbed my phone off my bedside table (as we millennials do), I got a bit of a shock when today’s date caught my eye. September 20th? Already?!

September 20th means it’s been a total of 4 months since I graduated from college. And I have no idea where all that time went. I suppose it must’ve somehow flown by as I was spending time doing absolutely nothing this summer. And, as if this shocking realization isn’t enough, I have also been receiving heaps of emails from the college inviting me to my class’ first Homecoming Weekend at the end of this week, which is just baffling to me. I have several feelings about this that I’d like to air:

  1. Since when did it become OK to spring the fact that we are all of a sudden “alumni” on us, a mere 4 months after graduation, and invite us to Homecoming? We still have post-traumatic stress from senior year. I feel re-traumatized.
  2. Wouldn’t Homecoming this soon after graduation basically just feel like “going back to school”? How are you even supposed to distinguish between the people who are still in college and the people who just graduated? We all look the same! We’re still the same age, and could still basically be them!
  3. Isn’t the point of graduating that you don’t have to see all the people you dislike from your class on campus anymore?  I think the only people who actually go back for Homecoming are a) people who didn’t dislike anyone on campus (seems impossible) or b) people who have gotten old enough that they’ve forgotten who they disliked and for what reasons. Which brings me to:
  4. Homecoming Weekend is for adults who are 20, 30, 40, 50, etc. years out of college, who are reuniting with their class to reminisce about their college years and to judge each others’ successes to figure out who “won” in life and who didn’t. Which is all very nice. Homecoming Weekend should NOT, however, be for recent college graduates who are so unable to cope with the reality of being out in the “adult” world only after a few months that they’ll go to any lengths to feel like they’re still in college (including traveling back to the middle of nowhere-Pennsylvania and attend Homecoming Weekend celebrations).

Perhaps I’m being a little overly judgmental about this whole thing (I mean I definitely am), but I’m mostly just shocked at the sheer amount of time that’s gone by since we graduated. In a way, it feels like it happened so recently; at the same time, however, I feel like I am in a completely different place now than I was 4 months ago. When I graduated, I had no idea of what life would be like for me in this moment that I’m in right now — having completed my first three weeks of grad school. I was just looking forward to a summer of relaxing and figuring out my life before embarking on this next journey (and by journey I mean enslavement to academia). Looking back on it though, I definitely do not regret wanting to take my time over the summer to relax, spend time with the people I care about, and not really do much of anything. I think I would feel a lot more tired and stressed now, even this early in the semester, if I had spent the summer working and not had that time to just be a recent college graduate.

Thinking about all of this made me want to go back and look through my pictures from graduation weekend. I can’t even begin to express what an amazing time it was: having my whole family there all together, celebrating and constantly having a laugh, and seeing the look of pride on everyones’ faces — all of these people who I so greatly admire — when I got my diploma. It was the best weekend ever.



Last Long Weekend

THOUGHTS — Since I only have class on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, I’ve had extra long weekends for the past two weeks. Today, I officially started my part-time job, which means I won’t have these long weekends anymore and will instead be working full days on Mondays and Fridays. And I don’t know how to feel about this.

Clearly, I’ve been very spoiled before now. Being able to basically have a 4-day weekend is not something most people my age (or any age?) get to experience. Especially since it’s this early in the semester, I haven’t even had that much school work that my “days off” have still technically been spent working. So, as you can imagine, these long weekends have basically just been relegated to Netflix/napping/eating/maybe going to the gym/decorating my apartment, and I’m definitely not complaining.

But in a way, I’m excited to get back to “normal life” by having a solid routine to stick to Monday through Friday.  Actually, I think I work best that way; thinking back to last fall, which was undoubtedly the most busy I’ve ever been, I was so incredibly productive precisely because I had a very strict schedule to stick to. (On the other hand, I was also on the verge of burning out, so I guess there’s something to be said about moderation…) So in this sense I’m definitely excited to start my job. I am, however, a little nervous about how I’ll fare once we’re a couple weeks further into the semester and the amount of work I have to do for my courses starts picking up. Will I then wish I had those Mondays and Fridays to just spend time working on my assignments, instead of pulling all-nighters just to get everything done that I couldn’t during the day because I was at work? Will I get that same feeling of stress as I did last fall, when I literally didn’t have time to do anything besides make it to all the classes/meetings/work shifts I had scheduled and get my work done?

I think only time will tell, and I’m not going to stress about it too much. For now, I’m just really excited to get paid (!!!) and to get back into that regular routine. Also, since I’m currently writing this blog post on my first day at my new desk when I’m supposed to be working, I’m sure I’ll be able to do a little bit of stuff for school when I’m at work too.

Anyway, I do feel like I managed to milk every drop out of this last long weekend and really enjoy it. On Friday I went to IKEA to buy some more stuff for my apartment (mostly decorative stuff, which I have been absolutely dying to get), and then at night I met up with the other students in my cohort to have drinks at a bar in New Brunswick. It was so fun to get to know everyone more, especially in a setting outside of the classroom! On Saturday I did some school work in the morning, went to a farmer’s market nearby with my roommate in the afternoon, and then went to spend the evening with my boyfriend. I made meatballs with gravy, lingonberry jam (all from IKEA, haha) and boiled potatoes for dinner that night, which temporarily satisfied my longing for Swedish food! And yesterday, on Sunday, I got a lot of work done for the week ahead and kept working on organizing my room. I finally put up some string lights and unpacked my fall wardrobe, which felt so satisfying. Now I’m just patiently waiting for the weather to realize that it’s time for fall.


Settling in

As of yesterday, I have officially completed the first week of my graduate school program! In many ways, this first week has felt pretty surreal — there has been so much information and so many new impressions to take in that I haven’t really been able to process the fact that school has started again and that I have officially embarked on this highly anticipated journey to get my PhD. It’s been such an exciting few days, and I truly can’t wait for the rest of the semester.

I have been absolutely exhausted this whole week. Definitely in part because of the fact that my brain has been working overtime trying to make sense of this new place and this new life that I’ve committed to. But I think that what really got to me was having to go to my first classes, meet all the faculty and students in the department, and getting my mind back into “study gear”, all while I ALSO had to set up my entire apartment. I had so many pieces of IKEA furniture to build, so many boxes to unpack, and so many things to organize not only in my room but in the kitchen as well. Although the whole place was undoubtedly in shambles for the first couple days and it was exhausting for me to set everything up, it is so fun and rewarding now that the place has come together and that my room, especially, is pretty much put together the exact way I wanted it to.

I must admit, however, that part of me is dreading the fact that since I’ve only signed a 12-month lease for this apartment, everything will have to come undone this same time next year. I’ll probably have to take apart most of my IKEA furniture to even be able to get it out of my apartment, which is going to be such a pain. But I guess it’s the kind of situation where knowing that I’m going to have to take everything down in the future isn’t a reason for me to not enjoy it for as long as I am able to still have it. I’m wondering how long it will be until I’m not just living in different apartments for 12 months at a time… But I guess that’s what life is supposed to be like in your 20s anyway.

I figured I’d share some pictures of what my apartment looks like!

Life as a grad student

Hi there!

I must admit this feels very strange to me — writing the first post on a blog that I’ve started. Mostly because I have always had a tendency to make fun of bloggers and people who think that their lives are somehow important enough that others would be interested in reading about them on a daily basis (very pretentious, if you ask me). And yet, here I am, writing that first post about my life. I’m still not sure this is for me,  but I figured I would give it a shot.

This summer, I spent a lot of time anticipating the start of this semester and thinking about what an unprecedented moment of my life this particular week that we’re in right now would be. This week marks the start of my graduate program in Sociology at Rutgers University; the start of a 5-7 year long chapter of my life that’s already almost completely mapped out; and perhaps most significantly, the start of a journey that is most likely going to define the rest of my life. Getting my PhD feels, in many ways, like my official commitment to spending the rest of my life in academia — whether that be through doing research, teaching, or just generally being an insufferably intellectually curious person who’s always talking about Sociology (I hope this won’t be the case).

Although I might have been completely overdramatizing as these thoughts were running through my head, I got an intense feeling of wanting to document my time in graduate school in some meaningful way. Of wanting to record my thoughts, feelings, day-to-day routines, and struggles; doing something so that in years from now, I am able to remember what was going through my head as I was navigating this new place and what my life will be like for several years to come. But I didn’t feel the need to do this just for my own sake. I thought that maybe, if I talk about my experiences in graduate school, someone else who’s considering grad school or someone who’s having the same thoughts and experiences as me might find it useful as well. Of course, it would also be a great way to share how I’m doing and what I’m up to in a more detailed way with my family and friends. So, I decided to start this blog.

Anyway, I don’t mean for this page to be a diary or something terribly serious. I’m hoping I can post about a mix of different things such as my thoughts on current events, how my program is going, what my new apartment looks like, and just generally about my life as a graduate student whose life is sort of divided between the U.S. and Sweden. Hopefully it’ll be interesting enough to read for anyone who stumbles across it 🙂