rainy days…

It’s 10:30 in the morning and I want a nap.

Not feeling all that hot (figuratively and literally, it’s freezing down here) today; I’m considering breaking down and getting some hot chocolate. If it’s any indication of how off-balance I am today, Gum Girls’ incessant popping, whilst still there, is failing to make me edgy and annoyed.

I’m noticing an anxiety about grad school that I didn’t have about my undergrad degree – namely that there is no guarantee that I’ll get in just because I want to. I don’t fear being not qualified, because I know I am; I fear everyone else being just as qualified and some of us getting squished out because the program is small and, therefore, competitive.

Slowly compiling my application essay; one of the topic options was to discuss your plans for your MA, what you’ll do with it once you get it. …wait, I have to have goals? I can’t get a specialized degree because I want the knowledge and training? Actually, I guess I could, but “My goal for this degree is to pin it happily to my wall and revel in all the shiny, new knowledge,” sorts of lacks a certain impressive quality. Anyway, it’s forced me to think about what I actually want out of this thing, because why get it if you won’t use it, yes? The answers are surprising. And not.

 

If you’ve made it this far, I have a question: Tell me your favourite fairy tale?