Potential end of tunnel light casting a shadow
It dawned on me today that I am - or will be, come December - halfway through my master's program. That is an exceedingly cheery, and somewhat sobering thought. Hanging in there with two classes a semester (or one for summer school) and just going year round is, in the end, paying off in the manner I had hoped; saying "oh, well, only a year and a half to go" sounds vastly shorter than two (why? I do not know).
Sobering, because I also realized I had to have a come to Jesus moment with myself and figure out what I wanted to take in the next seven classes, given that I have two requireds left (Research Methods and the culminating project, which has to be the pen- or -ultimate semester), and I'd very much like to do an internship. Which leaves four.
FOUR. Shit! I have to figure out kind of what I want to be when I grow up.
(For the record, I think I have, but we'll maintain a certain level of broadmindedness until such a time as I sign a contract, eh?)
Sobering, because I also realized I had to have a come to Jesus moment with myself and figure out what I wanted to take in the next seven classes, given that I have two requireds left (Research Methods and the culminating project, which has to be the pen- or -ultimate semester), and I'd very much like to do an internship. Which leaves four.
FOUR. Shit! I have to figure out kind of what I want to be when I grow up.
(For the record, I think I have, but we'll maintain a certain level of broadmindedness until such a time as I sign a contract, eh?)