My Noggin Probably Won't Split Open, but It Might.

Sometimes, I learn so much so fast that my head hurts. That's been happening a lot since Saturday, when I started my classes back. But it happens all the time at my job at Harvard - I learn so much there every time I go in that I'm always afraid my nose will start bleeding.

The worst part though, is that I can't remember everything, no matter how hard I try. I can write everything important down, and that helps a little, but I can feel it pushing other stuff I know out of my head. I tried to recite some John Donne poems to myself the other day on the T, and found that they were mostly gone. I couldn't believe it. Just a year ago I knew them letter perfect. Maybe they'll come back to me when I'm older, and I'll shoot straight out of my bed one night, reciting "The Indifferent".

I can love both fair and brown. . .

Well, it could happen.

Anyway, my classes are great. I have a management class that is proving not only to be immensely practical, but that is actually interesting. My Preservation class is so good I wish I had time to take it twice, from two different professors, so that I could try to remember everything, try to get everything from two different perspectives. I feel like I'm really learning all the stuff I need to know this summer. I can feel my brain opening up to it and soaking it all up like a sponge. Yes, I know that's wierd, but it's true.

I just registered for my last semester, fall semester, yesterday. Registering for my last semester of school ever has just freaked me right the hell out. I've been in school, off and on, since I was 4 years old. Top this off with the fact that I'm actually starting to meet people who can help me with my dream of getting professionally published, and you have someone who's just overloaded with information.

Maybe my head will pop.

Probably not. Probably I'll end up just unlearning a bunch of poetry and other things that I like, in order to make room in there for all this new stuff. I feel like it's all happening too fast (too fast, for Elizabeth?). But I guess it's time. It's time for me to get my master's degree and for me to get an agent. It's time for me start getting on with all the big stuff I'm always saying I'm going to do. My head hurts, and I want to lie down, but if I do that none of the really good things will happen. So I guess it's just time, for everything to be the way I've always wanted it to be.