Piled High and Deep
I love school. Always have. Just as snug as a bug in a rug. So WHY has it taken me nearly 30 YEARS to figure out that maybe this is what I should do with my life? That perhaps through academic life (research and teaching) I might have my most significant impact on the world from a vocational standpoint? Is it because I have so little confidence in my own intellect - that academia is for those "academic-types" like my absent-minded-professor husband? Is it because I subconsciously believe that the "ivory tower" can have little or no impact on the lives of real people? Anyway, I just started grad school six weeks ago and I never, ever, ever, ever want to leave! I am going to a PhD program information session next week. This could be a very long ride... Not to mention all the negotiating Jerry and I will have to do over who's got dibs on the Dr. title first! What was that chivilrous saying, "Ladies first." Yeah, I like that....