November already?

November already? Nah…I don’t believe you.

Apparently another month has gone by. I personally have had no concept of time whatsoever since I’ve stepped on campus. (Thus my continuous disbelief it’s November.) Here, you don’t measure the day by hours—you measure by how many assignments you have do, and how much sleep you can squeeze in before the next “day” arrives. Or at least that's how my life goes.

Things have been pretty steady so far. I wouldn’t say I have the hang of anything—I’m just not as mentally stranded as I was when I first got here. Yes, Centre played a small part in making me losing my mind, but at least now I think I have a map to the whereabouts of where it may be. See, there’s hope. (For some reason that metaphor reminded me of Spongebob and a treasure map…go figure.)

But that’s pretty much it—nothing spectacular recently. You just try to live your day and not overstress, under-rest, or become brainless. It’s not incredibly bad. Now when my friends of family ask me how school's going my answer revolves around “It’s hard, but it’s going” or “Well I’m hangin’ in there, so I can’t complain” or “It’s kicking my butt, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, so I’m good.” I like to be honest about these things.

Well, that’s all I have for now. Wish me luck folks—I’ve got some papers coming up and, sweet heavens, I’m gonna need it.