Over the next few months/years, I will no doubt use this blog as an outlet for my homework frustrations, if I haven’t already. Why am I killing myself for a Masters degree when I would be perfectly happy in a little beach house, churning out bad novels and even worse quilts for mass consumption?

Many reasons, actually. One of which is I love learning. And I love learning in a beautiful place that seems to shimmer and glow with knowledge and history.

Inside, the floors are uneven. The paint is more than a little chipped. And I found out first hand on Monday how drafty an old window can be. But each creak of the floorboards is a sigh of wisdom yearning to be shared. Evey crack in the wall is a home to the many lectures given and the numerous lessons learned.  And the draft, why that is simply the outside world’s desire for knowledge floating on the breeze, making itself known.