I've taken to my sick bed today. Yesterday, during a chemistry exam, I am pretty confident my fever broke. While walking to my car after class, I could not stop shaking, and I blasted the heat in the car on my drive home. I'm sick. Its unfortunate timing.
The nice thing is its giving me a moment to rest, and breath, and get inspired once more. These past few weeks have been great, but also quite intensive (and it doesn't seem like they'll get less so any time soon). I have had to take two steps back in order to go forward, and even though I have completed the organic chemistry requirements for grad school, I am currently enrolled in Chemistry I at the local community college.
Unfortunately, because of how my college AP credits worked, I never actually took Chemistry I and II, so now I am sitting through the basic classes, and trying to remind myself that I should not get too comfortable in them. So now, four nights a week, I am going to my chemistry class, along with working at Northwestern, and I was supposed to start volunteering, well, today. That didn't happen.
I guess my past few weeks have been about repetition, or more like, swallowing your pride and accepting that you have to go back and re-do things sometimes, even if you really don't want to. I think we can all agree that no conservator (or aspiring conservator) dreams of re-taking chemistry, or, in the case of a recent book treatment of mine, undoing the entire treatment to reduce the size of the end bands, and re-doing the whole thing. It's frustrating. But the best way to learn is to repeat, and so I continue on.