Strange Indeed

School and I have a Dr. Jekyll type of relationship.  During the day when I'm going to classes and seeing people, we get along swimmingly.  When I hear the piano playing on my way to epi lab, I tend to forget that it's 8:30 in the morning on a Friday, or that the fifty thou I handed over would be a lot better spent on things that are not grand pianos in the cafeteria, and I smile, thinking of how nice it is that I go to school with such talented people and that we have a piano in our public space.  When the sun goes down, however, the cursing begins.  The problem sets.  The procrastination.  The studying.  The grades.  The stress.  They all tumble out at night, when I'm not listening to Doc Little Man's soothing voice or commenting on how Doc Tevye has really let her appearances go.  But it's still bright outside (at least it was when I started writing) and I just met with my adviser, who's super nice and at least pretended she knew who I was.  So, school, you're grand for now.