Journal Entry One
I have decided to start journaling. I must confess that the activity feels rather foreign, as I have never been one to scratch out my thoughts on paper, at least not such personal thoughts. Chronicling facts or one’s ideas might be easy enough, I suppose, but there’s something about a diary that feels peculiarly feminine. I don’t know why. Yet that’s my sense of the matter. But if this is going to be a journal- a real journal- then I’m off to a marvelous start; I’m getting in touch with my feelings.
I’m currently sitting at desk in a small room with a singular window. Outside the window I can see trees dotting a simple landscape. To my right rests a bed. This is my room for the next 41 weeks.
I reside in the third wing of the Institute, section A-Q, to be exact. Here is where students in residency subsist. This is what I have been striving after for so very […]