
As a student, no matter what you do, there is always another assignment, a paper you could have proof read one more time, a professor you could've met with. There is always and incessantly something you could or should be doing. You take a break but the exams sit on your desk ungraded. You go to the gym and the cursor blinks at you from the empty body of your paper. 5 o'clock loses all the significance it had during your working days. There is no 5 o'clock in the student world.
Of course the student life has its perks. Days with classes that start late, flexible scheduling, and so forth. But despite all that there is a level of stress that comes and sits on your shoulders for the duration that is difficult. I spent the first month or so of my program here doing pretty well. I felt like I had things under control and that I was a pretty darn good student. But sometime in the last few weeks, someone snuck up on me and wrapped that pernicious cloak ever so silently around my neck and shoulders, and I'm pretty sure they've been slipping in extra rocks ever since.












Iwasaki has subsequently authored her autobiography, Geisha, A Life (Or Geisha of Gion in the UK). I have a feeling that this book, written by a former geisha might be slightly more reliable than a work of fiction written by an American man about being a geisha.