Sunday, March 21

To Grad School I (Won't) Go.

And that's my final answer, at least for now. One of the toughest things about being a senior in college is finally having to answer the question of what one wants To Do with the rest of one's life. Problem is, this One - i.e. me - has absolutely no idea what she wants to do. And even after months of prayer, God isn't lighting any shrubbery on fire or sending winged men to deliver otherwordly messages to me. So I'm at a loss of what to do.

One of the benefits - or in this specific case, downfalls - of attending a private college is that intelligent, hardworking young people are often assumed to be headed to grad school after graduation. Especially when a major like Psychology is chosen. Or at least, that's what I have been feeling from professors and other college employees that know and like me. the phrase Graduate School clings to me like a cloud of stuffy perfume - or like a lump of dog doo on the bottom of my sneaker that refuses to be scraped off.

And while the "G" word is lapped up with only the sound of lips smacking together by many of my classmates, I don't find myself liking the taste of it very much. It's a little too rich for my tastes. So, after halfheartedly perusing a few grad school sites and search engines, I've decided to give up. Not on my continuing desire to learn after I graduate, just on my desire to earn yet another degree or write any more papers or take any more exams.

After my bachelor's degree, I'm through. And through is a pretty good place to be right now.

posted by Lydia | 4:56 PM | |