Grad School

As the Graduate School start date draws too close for comfort (it starts next week) I am a giant ball of anxiety, fear, intimidated, and sad all at once. I don’t know what to expect so I am trying to not have any expectations leading into the program but I cannot help but be fearful of this new and (exciting) change in my life.

On a positive note, I am proud that I am able to attend graduate school as well as be able to go back to school and get my Masters degree in a field that I am good at working in. Now, I know, my plan to become an archeologist didn’t pan out but that doesn’t mean that my life just stops because the program doesn’t exist anymore. There are other options and one of those options is that I am a survivor and I am resilient. So instead of pursing a money-pit worth of passion, I am pursuing a more intelligent career field that will hopefully allow me to plant myself and really bloom there.

Here’s to looking at the next 2-3 years of my life as a graduate student. Here’s to my dying passion for reading to quickly disappear because of the mountains of homework that I anticipate will be coming. Homework = no more time for leisurely reading = all free time will be spent academically reading instead.

I know I can do it. And I know that it will be worth it. I just have to keep telling myself that.

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