So I find myself... procrastinating. I am scared. Graduate school is a big deal. Who accepts or denies me, where I attend, who I study under, all of these things may dictate the rest of my life. I have all of my applications completed and the fees will be graciously covered by my mother. It's the damned Statement of Purpose that has me stumped and attempting to find anything else to worry about so I don't have to think about it. Silly, I know. But think about it. I am putting all of my hopes and dreams, everything that I want to do with my life, on a piece of paper to be objectively evaluated so that somebody can tell me that what I want to do is worth while or a joke, in which case I should just go work at McDonald's. I have no hopeful words to leave you with today, nothing inspirational or anything of the sort. Only anxiety. Here's to a more optimistic blog next time.
CatyCate (archaeologist in the making)
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