I was definitely warned…

… But it's still been shocking to be as absolutely slammed with schoolwork as I have been! For my three classes each week, I've been averaging somewhere between 50-60 hours of homework a week. When you add that to the 12 hours of class weekly, it's a pretty impressively large workload. And I'm definitely working.

But let me back up a little. When last we heard from me, I was staying at my parents' house in Tacoma (just south of Seattle), having finally found an apartment that suited me in downtown Seattle, but I wasn't staying there yet because I didn't have any of my household goods. Well, it took a while. I finally got a call that my household goods were on the way, when I was in the middle of first year orientation… and the movers arrived the day before classes started. So I got my stuff in, unpacked the bare minimum (some of my kitchen stuff and a few of my clothes boxes), and started into class… and the above-mentioned workload started nearly immediately.

I made the mistake, early on, of taking one Saturday to do some partial emptying of book boxes… all I got for my effort was a spare room carpeted in a mountain of books, 7 boxes of books to go to charity someday, somehow, and no time since to address it. I suspect that any holiday time I get will be spent unpacking and attempting to get my house in order.

It is my theory that the unusually large apartment I had in Alabama–all 3 bedrooms of it–caused me to commit certain excesses in my accumulation of "stuff". Now I need to downsize, which should be easy, but isn't because I have NO TIME in which to do it!!! High class problems, I grant you… but problems nonetheless. I will feel much more settled once I'm able to actually have an apartment that can be organized. (The six-foot stack of boxes in my bathroom is just one of many such that get in my way on a daily basis!)

And, oh, the math… three years since my last grad school classes and I'd successfully performed a "brain dump" that was quite thorough. So I'm having to navigate the murky waters of estimating equations and maximum likelihood and all sorts of other fun things… not least of which is to program in a completely new language (R) in order to complete my assignments…

I realized early on that I have a problem with my memory where school is concerned… It reminds me of what women say about giving birth… that they forget the pain and anguish of it in the midst of their delight in the new baby. Well, I seem to forget the woe and anguish of school in my delight at being DONE. And then every time I come back I am reminded, "Oh yeah, it's like this. And this isn't too fun!"

But lest I complain too much, I have to say that I'm enjoying myself, in a weird and slightly nerdy kind of way. OK, the cold/flu (a short one, I don't think H1N1) I had a couple weeks ago had me doubting myself and sure that I was going to flunk out, and oh the shame of it all! Now, though I'm certainly not making very good grades on all this homework, I'm holding my own and improving all the time. It's nice to see oneself progressing up the learning curve. As long as this quarter doesn't dig me too far into the "resident dunce" hole, I should do fine!

It's odd, working on a high-level degree in a field that I certainly wouldn't have chosen for my own personal tastes. I recall very clearly that my one statistics class at the undergraduate level had the dubious distinction of being my least-liked class for that entire four years… I think if I'd had my druthers, I'd be studying languages or linguistics or something like that. I can see the use of statistics for my job and in the future, and I think it's a very practical thing to be an expert in, all things considered. It's funny how these career paths tend to channel you in directions you wouldn't have predicted. I definitely wouldn't have thought I would be where I am, if I was asked about it ten years ago.

I'm loving Seattle, rain and all. (Though I do have a query: in a place where it rains so much, why is it that people have such trouble driving when it rains? The commute to school–an easy 15 minutes on clear days–has taken me up to 45 minutes on some of the rainier mornings!) I am lucky enough to have a lovely apartment with an amazing water view, and when I'm not doing homework, I can watch the ferries coming back and forth and the cargo ships being loaded and unloaded at the docks… Sunrises and the pink-tinted harbor have been some of my favorite moments here to date. This is a good place. And it's nice to be so near my family! (Though I really don't get to see them, because–again–I've got all that work to do!)

So there's an update… I'm here, I'm working hard, I'm learning as fast as I can, and it's nice to be in a place where there is cool weather and I can actually wear sweaters again! (After 3 years in the South or the Middle East, an autumn that involves bright foliage and falling leaves feels like I'm living in a Norman Rockwell scene…)

I'll try to get back to blogging again soon, but suspect that it may be somewhat sparse until 1) I've figured more of this stuff out or 2) I've gotten to a stage in my schooling that requires less of my time. (Which is devoutly to be wished, but very unlikely!)