In my last post I neglected to mention that in the midst of caring for needy college students and contracting a disease via a stranger's Coke Zero, I also began my fall classes at UGA. And to be honest, I can think of at least 358 things that I would rather be doing. Like flossing my teeth with fishing line. Or watching paint dry. Or monitoring how long it takes an ice cube to melt at room temperature. Why the lack of motivation, you ask? Well, honestly I don't really know. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the new fall tv season is just around the corner. Or that I have better things to do like train for a half-marathon. Or walk my dog. Or read for pleasure instead of because I have to. Ugh. I loathe assigned reading. I also loathe the feeling of constant guilt that accompanies assigned reading. For instance at this very moment as I'm typing, I am thinking about the 6 chapters I have to read before Wednesday and the article that I have to re-read and actually comprehend by Monday. (Note: reading while running on the treadmill and listening to JT bring sexy back is not the best idea I've ever had.)
Why am I even in school, you wonder? I ask myself this question at least once a week. But then I remember the answer: Because my mama told me to. What???? I know, I know. The mother who raised me to think for myself and be independent and all of that jazz. Suddenly my non-meddling mother was all in my business by telling me to go back to school. I was appalled. What nerve. It was almost 2 years ago when she took the liberty of telling me what to do with my life and it was not like I said "ok!" immediately and started studying for the GRE that day. However my mother in all of her wisdom could see what I could not (or would not) see for myself at that time in my life. I needed a change. I needed to stop living my life based around an idea of what I hoped/thought/prayed was going to happen and start living my life in a more productive manner. (Do they inject mothers with wisdom when they go into the hospital to deliver their babies or what? I pray for a double dose if that's the case. I'll need it.) So here I am beginning my second year of grad school. I really do enjoy it. The truth is, I would be a moron for not taking advantage of this opportunity considering I pay for nothing but my books. (We'll ignore the fact that my cost of living nearly doubled when I moved from Dahlonega to Athens.) And let's be honest, having an advanced degree can't hurt in the event that I don't land that spot on SNL as the Weekend Update anchor gal. So until Lorne calls or an even better offer comes along, you can find me in Athens. That is, if you can find Athens, the most out-of-the-way town in Georgia. I'll be the one wrestling my book away from my dog (yes, that just happened...the cover has the teeth marks to prove it). Off to read...
4 comments:
I think 4 years of seminary pretty much made me not want to go to school again anytime in the near future. It's really hard to get back into it and love it, so I feel for you! You're doing great, though, just having made that commitment after proclaiming that you never would. It's a big sacrifice, but I'm proud of you. And, I'm amused almost daily to find out that we may very well have been separated at birth.
well. just know it will be worth it all b/c when you're done, people will call you "master heather."
Hee hee. The Master Heather gave me a good giggle. Congrats, girl. I am completely with you on the assigned reading...in school I always felt like my inner toddler popped out, stamping its foot and saying "No, I won't. I would have, but then you told me to. So I WON'T!" That got me far :0). Don't listen to your inner toddler! Oh, and I totally missed the wisdom injection at the hospital...need to look into that. I'll let you know what I find out.
I've been trying to get people to call me Master for two years now.
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