To say grad school is an uphill battle would be a little dramatic… but it does feel like I’m pedaling up a giant mountain. At least I have a metaphoric mountain bike, that is, the right tools, but the gears of critical thinking skills sometimes grind and wheeze as I’m pumping my legs of acquired thought-skills as hard as I can. The pelaton is around me somewhere; but mostly I am riding alone. The responsibility is mine. I cannot draft off of my cohorts, or team-members, but am learning to be out in front, or behind, when necessary, and stay in the race. Today is particularly grueling, making up some time. Onward and upward.