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Thursday, May 1st, 2008
How about I dissertate my foot in your ass
It figures that when everyone else is celebrating the last day of classes at Modstock, I'm inside thinking about what my senior thesis will be. (Though, to be fair, it's not an especially exciting Modstock. Who the fuck is State Radio? They sound like ghosts, or trains, or ghost trains trying to get through the inch of my window. I have no idea what the kids listen to these days.)
I'll say it: it's not too often that someone questions a decision I've made, because usually by the time they find out about it, I've already tossed it and turned it until there's nothing left to judge. But lately, everyone keeps asking me what I'm thinking about for grad school. Like I'm supposed to! Even my dad, after I told him I had no plans to go, laughed and said, "Yeah. Well, we'll see about that."
I just don't know if it's necessary for me. I'm a sort of do-what-it-takes person (or at least, I'm not the opposite of that, whatever it is), but all the alumni in my field have said that grad school isn't worth it for publishing and journalism. "What's the point of paying to be taught by people who used to be in the business when you could get paid to be taught by the people who are in the business?" Exactly! And the sum of the square roots of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side!
Still, after yet another meeting with a professor I respect about how I should really be thinking about making the most of my time here, I am now I'm all a flutter because wait, am I supposed to go to grad school? Am I making a stupid choice? Of course it's not for everyone, but is it for me? How do I know it's not for me? What do I know ? I want to just say, oh to hell with it, I'm only halfway through my undergraduate years, but I can't quite do that. Next year is when I am supposed to really have my plans set, but I won't actually be here, so if I want to secure advisors and such then I'm running out of time.
So as to not totally close the doors on this, I need to set my sights on a senior thesis. And for ideas I have approximately... hmm, two and two is four... carry the one... oh, NOTHING. What the hell am I interested in? Since I finally declared the Irish Studies minor and I am going to be spending nine months over there, I guess it had better be in that department, but what? It's not like I'm especially interested in the Magdalen Laundries or Yeats, and decolonization wiped the floor with me last semester, so I don't know. I guess I'll find out then, even though I really should know now, and and
Yeah, I'm really looking forward to the two days off between finals and work.