I don’t write about myself much; mostly because I don’t feel like I have anything to say. Not even stuff worth reading, just anything at all. But there’s something I have to talk about if only for my sanity.
I was recently accepted into a doctoral level, clinical psychology graduate school program. I start classes at the end of August. I am
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Also, just as an insight: It's been my experience that graduate school - though more demanding in quality work - is more relaxed as a whole. Professors are in no rush to push their students through to a degree. And after a couple of months, you will be able to tell each of your professors genuinely wants to see you succeed and will help you to that end. Sometimes it's those less swamped by their own research; other times it's those who love to share their knowledge with a kindred mind.
I used to worry about the same thing, really. It wasn't until I realized that my professors were there to give the material, to talk of their favorite subjects and enjoy doing so, that the true test of "suitability" was more dependent on my decision on whether or not to work hard to learn what I needed to learn.
Sorry, I'm babbling. Feel free to talk to me about this anytime, though!
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And you're right. It really doesn't matter what they think, over all. What matters is how much effort I put into it. Though I doubt they're going to stop me unless they genuinely think I have no shot. At that point I think I'd have to defer to them.
I think this is mostly just a combination of nerves/perfectionism/general stress. I'm growing up and just waiting for someone to come along and tell me I'm doing it wrong. Oi, my poor, perfectionist brain.
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