Day One.

I started my phd and thought of you.

I thought,  what the hell am i doing this for and at my age no less?   But I love it.  (By the way - don't expect to much in the way of great writing- I'm sitting in the Sick Kids Hospital.   I've been here all night.  I am procrastinating and I am  too tired).

To begin, I blew off my first mandatory class because I was in the US working on my film.

When I walked into the second class, Mr. 28year old Tattoo Man/Child announced, "nice of you to show up."

I thought,  everyone is so young. (And some are so dumb).  There are 9 of us.  We spent an hour answering this stupid question, "how are we supposed to put together our advisory committee?  what if they don't get along?"  We spent another hour on this doozy, "how many books are required for our first bibliography?"  To that question, we had second and third year students elaborate ad nauseam on what they did.  I did 47.  I did 113.  I think 60 is right.    I said, "it says right here the minimum is 30.   I am going to hand in 27 because i deserve a discount for having already done a decade in this prison (not phrased exactly like that), and because i deserve a senior citizen discount."   

I then skipped my first assignment, because I didn't do it and I left class early because my kid was having surgery (the next day) and I had to meet Sean for lunch.

I think it is all going to work out for me.

Hugs and love until the next installment.