It's so, so quiet...

I'm here at the first day of my tutoring work at the writing center. There's four of us here and no one to tutor, and while I know that will not always be the case (nor do I want it to be) I'm rather happily relieved this morning that it's the case. My head hurts and my eyes are all squinty and I forgot my water bottle, and there's no coffee to make and I'm rather effectually broke -- I have a few dollars, but I'm hoarding them to stay ticket-free as long as possible. I get paid next week and that'll be good, but until then I've got four more days this week on campus. The money won't last for all of them, but I'll milk it for as long as possible.

Grad school so far is manageable, but definitely more of a challenge than I've had so far. There are a lot of things I don't fully have a handle on yet, a lot of terminology I don't recognize. I'm starting to get a handle on it and everything else, but I'm not getting up to speed as fast as I'd like. I can't seem to get my schedule straight and get to where I need to be on time all the time yet -- my old issues with figuring out how long it takes me to do something and get somewhere are getting in my way again. Also, my headaches are back. Blah.

I admit, although I'm happy to be here, I'm feeling somewhat disheartened. I'm so much older than my classmates... so much heavier, too. I want to think that I'm not too old for this, but I admit it feels kind of like wading through molasses right now. It'll get better as I find my footing and get back on the exercise and diet wagon and get through, but it'll take a while. I just have to not let it get me down between now and then.