I’m the type of person that gets super excited about all sorts of things. Things like post it notes, frozen treats, new nail polish colors, and receiving things in the mail (bills and circulars excluded). Those are all rather small things, so imagine how unbelievably and indefinably excited I was to get the grad school acceptance letter (to read more about that day, go here).
Even as friends and relative strangers bemoan their graduate student status I remain entirely optimistic. Just this spring several girl friends graduated with advanced degrees and within the next year a couple more friends will be finishing up their programs. Yeah, they pretty much all hate school and are ready to be done, and here I am getting ready to start and so thrilled.
The truth is I know nothing about grad school. It was never an expectation for me to pursue even higher higher education. Undergrad, yes. Anything after that, no. So I have no idea what to expect. A few people have compared it to being online (in the Greek fraternity/sorority pledging sense not the world wide web) which is enough of a comparison to know that it ain’t gonna be pretty. Fulfilling and challenging, sure. A walk in the proverbial park, no. Unless by walk you mean blindfolded runnning at midnight in the freezing cold and by park you mean abandoned road in the middle of nowhere. At any rate I have a vague idea that I’m about to get my ass kicked and love it.
How long will this happy shiny optimistic feeling last? We shall see. But for now let me go on record and say I’m super excited about school, ecstatic even. Let me document this sparkly happy feeling today so in the future when I’m questioning this choice, wondering if I have lost my mind, I can remember that I’m exactly where I want to be.