Life as a Tulane grad student

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 After moving to New Orleans in July, I was unsure how I would be able to adjust to a new city and a new school in the middle of a pandemic. My mind was awash with worries. I worried about whether online classes would hinder my ability to form connections with my classmates and professors. Having spent two years as a teacher, I was nervous to be a student once again. I worried that the courses would be too difficult and that I would be met with more failures than successes.

Fortunately, none of my fears have been realized. I've loved being a student again and have enjoyed all of the lectures. It has been rewarding to have my hard work result in good exam scores. I have been studying very diligently and yet learning the pharmacology material somehow feels effortless. It is as if my mind is eagerly welcoming the material because I am so happy to be in courses that I find exciting. It's a refreshing change from teaching the same high school chemistry lesson four times in a row every day.

I am someone who gets bored easily if I'm not being challenged so I appreciate that our most recent module was more challenging than the prior modules. I am looking forward to being challenged by the rest of the material. I hope to spend the rest of the semester building relationships with the pharmacology department professors and finding volunteering opportunities in New Orleans.

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