In a week, my life will change.
Yes, I'll still be me, and you'll still be you, but my life will be different. For good.
My life will change in a week, and I'm supposed to write a paper?
Fine.
(Kinda makes me long for the end of senior year in high school...we didn't have to do anything at that point, right? Okay, except not really. Cause I have zero desire to do that all again.)
Since no one's interrupted yet, I'll throw out one more thought train:
A few posts back, I declared with great conviction that I am not a good fit for a PhD student, and what I really want is to teach high school biology. I then proceeded to get highly confused, and I entirely blame the happy successes in my lab. But the current word: back on track. I'm discovering (slow learner, on occasion) that whenever I bring up the "do I/don't I" PhD thing with the endlessly patient roommate and boyfriend (read: two separate people), I get the same quiet tolerance when I'm leaning toward getting the next degree, and the same supportive enthusiasm when I'm trying on the teaching bag. What can I say, I look good in a teaching bag. When I really think about it, to get a PhD would be to put off my life. And when there's no real motivating factor (bored yet? heard all this before?), it doesn't make any sense. And still, working so closely with all these PhD students, I don't think I'd be willing to stick it out.
Yes, you've heard this before. Yes, I need to keep reminding myself. I'm just really on the track to zip right off to grad school, and it's hard to put on the breaks and refocus on what I really want.
You know what I really want? Next Sunday.
My life will change in a week, and I'm supposed to write a paper?
Fine.
(Kinda makes me long for the end of senior year in high school...we didn't have to do anything at that point, right? Okay, except not really. Cause I have zero desire to do that all again.)
Since no one's interrupted yet, I'll throw out one more thought train:
A few posts back, I declared with great conviction that I am not a good fit for a PhD student, and what I really want is to teach high school biology. I then proceeded to get highly confused, and I entirely blame the happy successes in my lab. But the current word: back on track. I'm discovering (slow learner, on occasion) that whenever I bring up the "do I/don't I" PhD thing with the endlessly patient roommate and boyfriend (read: two separate people), I get the same quiet tolerance when I'm leaning toward getting the next degree, and the same supportive enthusiasm when I'm trying on the teaching bag. What can I say, I look good in a teaching bag. When I really think about it, to get a PhD would be to put off my life. And when there's no real motivating factor (bored yet? heard all this before?), it doesn't make any sense. And still, working so closely with all these PhD students, I don't think I'd be willing to stick it out.
Yes, you've heard this before. Yes, I need to keep reminding myself. I'm just really on the track to zip right off to grad school, and it's hard to put on the breaks and refocus on what I really want.
You know what I really want? Next Sunday.