...it's liable to get'cha shot, but I do it anyway. I'm in my first class for grad school, and am already planning my entire course schedule. Not for the coming semester... but the entirety of my coursework. Unfortunately, my school (which has yet to be named) does not list when classes will be available, so it limits how much I can plan. This is probably a good thing.
I've decided that I want an internship with a huge company... halfway across the company. I'm trying to decide when it would work best - just assuming I would get said internship. (That's iffy; I would be very lucky to get such an offer.) Nevertheless, that's what inspired my obsessive perusal of courses and requirements. I made my first advising guide. Since I started college, I've been making lists of the required courses and electives, in order to map out my time efficiently. Yes, I know it's nerdy and OCD, but it makes me so happy. It's quite likely that I enjoy the whole planning of classes, and seeing my progress as much as I enjoy school... maybe even more.
Perhaps this indicates that I need a job with immediate results; instant gratification... and a lot of planning. Of course, I thought I had something that would work. I still think I would be good at it, and would enjoy it... but I'm realizing that I might've been right, way back when I was little. In the past few years, I've thought back to then, and realized that I was pretty cool at that age, and knew a lot more about life, love and happiness then than I do now. Of course I've been exposed to more, and thus know more now. But the quintessential ideas, thoughts, and values were there when I was a child. It sounds lame, but perhaps we should all embrace our childhood selves. (Unless we were those horrid little turds who masquerade as children, in which case we should think of the kid we most hated, and emulate them.)
That's what I want - to become the person I dreampt of, the one I knew I could become. And now, grad school's giving me that chance. (I hope.)
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