Sometimes graduate school feels like diving into a lake on an early summer morning. You know the cold will be shocking, but you feel confident that you’ll adjust. You can’t quite see below the surface of the water, but you’re excited to submerge your head and open your eyes. You swim out away from the shore. It’s challenging. And thrilling. You’re testing yourself, and your body is responding. It’s downright joyful.
Sometimes, it’s like that dream you have just as you’re drifting off to sleep, where you feel like you’re falling. You’re stomach and your heart are up in your throat. You realize, on some level, that if you had the presence of mind to check, you’d probably actually be wearing a parachute. But you can’t check, so you don’t. And, in all likelihood, you’ll wake up with a gasp in your own bed, finding you aren’t falling at all, though you’ll still feel it in the pit of your stomach. But you’ll go back to sleep, and when you wake up, you’ll probably think “Hey, I think I’d like a swim.”
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