After a few days of sore throat, I woke up this morning with a fever, and a desire to never leave bed again.
I called in sick for work, and then I slept for five more hours.
Then I felt better.
Better enough, in fact, to pick a GRE testing site, register for a date and time, and continue my grad school research.
It’s frightening, this search for a grad school. More so than my undergraduate search was. Probably because the programs are tougher, they’re specific, they require huge personal statements and the submission of huge academic essays, and the one I choose will likely be my home for the next several years, assuming I chug straight through both the masters and Ph.D programs in one go.
Luckily, I seem to become surer every day that this is what I want to do with my life. I’ve always loved school, and since I entered college, I’ve become fascinated with the academic world. The prospect of spending my life researching, writing books and papers, and discussing literature and writing, is glorious to me.
But first-there is more cat sitting to be done.