Pony of the Day
I hopped right into grad school after undergrad, and it seems that I have to shake some residual senioritis since I'm having a hard time making headway on my final papers. (Shhh! Don't tell my professors!)
I'll be fine. It wouldn't be the end of a semester without a sense of rising panic.
It was kind of an extra special semester because it was my very first semester as a master's student. I haven't found the workload or structure to be that different from my undergraduate experience, at least not yet. But the culture is different, in a really good way. As an undergrad, I really didn't make friends in class. My social life centered around a particular sorority-esque student society. (That hasn't updated its blog since this past spring, apparently.)
At Simmons, I was surprised how quickly I connected with my classmates, and at how we have remained a fairly close-knit cohort. I guess that's an effect of being a grad student: one has a smaller network of peers who are all in the same field. As a person who is usually slow to form interpersonal connections, I have been pleasantly surprised, and I look forward to continuing my work within this supportive community.