On some nights I drive two hours to The Big City so I can sit in a class for two hours and listen to almost-teachers (my classmates, although not all are on the road to teaching, which is encouraging) avow that they will NEVER do exams in their composition classes EVER.
I laugh to myself, but I do keep it to myself, because the class is actually quite interesting.
One of the things we talked about recently was how difficult the cultural/social/mental shift from high school to college is. And I was thinking, on my two hour drive back from The Big City, that the same can be said for the shift from college to university (aka: undergrad to graduate programs). Because, guys, I am overwhelmed.
So Hubs and I have been pondering some alternatives. And I though I’d like your opinions. I have recently discovered that my ideal cognitive environment is one that involves dialogue, which necessarily includes opinions from other people (see, I really am learning).
Here are some options. What do you think?
1. Continue with the current weekly schedule: 40 hours at work, 8 hours commuting, 6 hours in class, 10 hours homework. This is how people are supposed to do post-grad work. It’s supposed to hurt and I’m supposed to have deep bouts of depression because of the constant stress and anxiety born of not enough time and too much to do. That’s why I get to say I earned that Master’s degree.
2. Chill out with the school. Next semester I can either drop down to one class or switch from English program (my one true love, no lie) that’s two hours away to an Education program (settling, most def NOT my true love) here in town. IE: the sensible option
3. Throw caution to the wind and knock the job out of the park while I buckle down and focus entirely on school. And when I say school I mean Master’s degree quickly, perhaps followed by a doctorate. (This was initially Hubs’ suggestion, so I don’t have to deal with that pesky super-layer of guilt. He’s so fine.)
So, for me, option one means certain death, probably preceded by chronic psychiatric morbidity. Option two is kind of a bummer in the Grand Scheme of Things, but would keep me content, which counts for a lot (also doesn’t involve certain death and DOES still involve a chunky income). Option three means shooting for the moon, chasing the dream, etc, etc. It also involves extreme, long-term belt-tightening and a new set of stresses/anxieties as we try to figure out (monthly) how to make ends meet.
Please vote on the sidebar. (update: voting CLOSED. Read about my decision HERE.) Then tell me why you voted that way in the comments. I need to know WHY (your personal experiences, perhaps, with a similar decision?)
Also, please know this is all purely conjecture and I’ll probably change my mind five million times before we ever actually make a decision on any of it.
Also, please know that, much as I value your opinion, Hubs get extreme ultimate awesome veto rights over everything. Because he’s the best. At everything. (Except saying no to me BWAHAHAHAH!)