About three months ago I was asking myself "what have I done?" Grad school was the route I had chosen...but turns out, it hasn't chosen me. HA HA!! I was politely rejected by the program, probably because my application was rushed and I'm thinking somewhat incomplete. Now I'm stuck in a freaking hard Stats class that I don't need! Oh the irony! At least my cousin Michelle is a math genius and can help me when I get stuck.
Why do life decisions have to be so difficult? Why can't I figure out what the heck I want to be when I grow up? Why can't history be a more prolific career path? All questions that have been hammering in my brain lately. Of course I haven't given up on grad school; it's just on hiatus. I am decisive on other aspects of life. After some careful contemplation I make a decision and stick with it. So, why in the hades can't I decide what to do with this thing called a career? Why can't I choose one? Am I afraid of missing something else, something better?
I wish I knew....
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