May 13, 2015 05:57
They're all true.
This is my first week as a drop-out, for the second time. People who care about me keep reminding me that I earned a Masters degree, and that's nothing to sneeze at or whatever, but the whirlwind of the last five years keeps playing in my head as I try to figure out what I should have (could have) done differently. I probably wouldn't even be a very good fit for a career in academia, but it kills me that I may never know.
I may have missed out on a PhD, but I managed to bag myself an MRS. Oh, yes. Blingy and all. I live in Philadelphia with my husband, two dogs, a cat, and a whole lot of nothing on the way.
My plan for the next few months is to put myself back together and figure out who I am now that my grad student identity is behind me. You'd think that at 31 I'd have at least some of it figure out, but brother, you'd be dead wrong.