The End Of An Era… Or At Least A Score
That’s right, one score ago I entered academia, and I haven’t stopped until now. This week I turned in my last paper and walked out of my last formal class after 20 straight years of school. Now, I know that I will have to take continuing education classes, and if psychologists get prescription privileges I will be forced to get another masters… but no matter what, this week was the ending of school for the forseeable future.
It’s weird, I actually will miss it. When people find out that I’m getting my doctorate they routinely make comments like, “man, don’t you hate still going to class?” or “there’s no way I could go to school after undergrad!” But for some strange reason I really enjoy it. Sure the busy work is annoying and it’ll be nice to have true relaxation time without ten homework projects waiting on the horizon. Yes, when I was up at 2am trying to finish a paper I wasn’t exactly loving life… but if I had the chance to do it over again with all the good and the bad, I’d definitely do it.
I think there’s some element of predictability and safety that I’m clinging to as well. Now I have to go out and actually put what I’ve learned to the test in a career. Granted it’s a field that I love and have enjoyed doing part-time for free, so I think I’ll switch my love to actually working, but it’s different.
Here’s to a new period of life. Oh, and I’m turning 26 next week, so yay me.