The last two years have been a time for stepping back and taking a look at where I'm going... more precisely, it has been a time for slamming on the brakes and looking at a map for other places to go-- mainly places that do not involve Ottawa. (Before we go any further, please note that I have nothing against Ottawa... it's undoubtedly a great place to live if you enjoy freezing your ass off... between having awesome Canada Day celebrations and letting one turn right on a red light, it's practically paradisiacal...)
I haven't figured it all out yet... but I can't stay completely still, can I? So here I go, back on the road to respectability and upward mobility: university-- and this time, not for advanced studies in slavic philology, either. (and if anyone has figured out how to make the pursuit of advanced studies in slavic philology not elicit the what-are-you-planning-on-doing-with-*that* response, I'm all ears.)
Should I be excited about grad school? I think it would be a lot easier to get excited if it weren't so practical a subject (which subjects me to a writing course in the first semester... and I bet it ain't no David Foster Wallace writer's workshop, either). Many people are excited for me-- they see the earning potential in this degree, and think that I ought to get excited about that too. But really, what's so exciting about that? I'd be making similar money even sooner if I had gone the Ottawa way... and it wouldn't even have taken a master's degree. The only problem with that would have been decades of suicidal thoughts followed by an agonizing death from some incurable disease with which I would be diagnosed just as I begin to count the months left before the retirement that I would never get. I've seen it happen too many times. No, thank you.
I'll take surfing everyday instead. So bring it on, UVic... bring it on.
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