Grad School

Grad school is harder than I thought, and it's only the second week still. It seems all I do is read, and, get this, it's not even the stuff I came here for. I've read a little bit of poetry, but most of my time is taken up with students' papers and a tertiary class that I've been required to take as part of my GTA-ship. I like teaching, so I don't mind that. I guess my real hang-up is that required class that I have right before my poetry workshop. So by the time I get to poetry, I'm completely cooked, as it is at 7 tonight and my pedagogy course preceeds it at 4 and I taught all morning. Whew, I don't know how I'm going to get through this...