Failing at quitting

Mar 12, 2008 21:31

So, the first time I almost dropped out of college ...

One way and another, I had kind of cocked up my life. So one late winter/early spring day, I managed to dress myself and trudge to my advisor's office.

I don't remember my exact words, but essentially I said: "I just don't see what the point is."

Beth's answer, more or less: "Sometimes you just keep going even when you don't know what the point is."

The second time I almost dropped out of college (well, graduate school) ...

One way and another, I had really cocked up my life. And my ambivalence about graduate school was brought to a head when the department decided to give me a merit scholarship. I decided I had to turn it down, since I was all but certain I was going to bail at the end of the semester. Which led to a conversation with my advisor.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Eric said.

I answered: "I have never in my whole life known what I was doing."

Neither time, of course, did I quit. I finished college, even if the only "point" was that I had nothing better to do. I finished grad school, because going forward was better than going back.

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