Archive for May 29th, 2007

You Are Avril Lavigne!

A bit hardcore on the outside…
But sweet and sensitive on the inside.
“It’s a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life”

Who’s Your Inner Rock Chick?

You Are an Excellent Cook

You’re a top cook, but you weren’t born that way. It’s taken a lot of practice, a lot of experimenting, and a lot of learning.
It’s likely that you have what it takes to be a top chef, should you have the desire…

Are You A Good Cook?

You Should Go to Grad School

Grad school definitely isn’t for everyone, but it looks like it’s for you.
You have a pretty good idea of what you want to study – and how it will further your career.
So go ahead and go for it! You’re ready to be a PhD.

Should You Go To Grad School?

Your Career Personality: Original, Devoted, and Service Oriented

Your Ideal Careers:Art director
Book editor
College professor
Film director
Graphic designer
Stage actor

The Quick and Dirty Career Test

Your Emoticon is Grumpy

Maybe you’re having a bad day… or maybe something just upset you. Either way, you’re definitely seeing red!

What Emoticon Best Represents You Right Now?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you’ll have fun on the way to the asylum.Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

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I have known since I graduated with my BA that, to really do much with my degree, I would need to go to grad school.  But the thought of going back to college made me twitch. Violently.  And I’ve pondered it here and there since I graduated, but it always made me twitch, so I knew it wasn’t time.

Well, I’ve had the feeling for a few days now that I might actually be ready to go to grad school.  It’s not making me twitch, so that’s good. In a perverse, Hermione Grangerish way, I’m actually sort of looking forward to it. That’s scary.

So I went online to the school I’m interested in attending, got some info, and need to talk it over with Joe.  If I do a master’s in education, I can do it all online, which, hey, bonus, no having to drive to Denton to attend classes. But then there’s the matter of the unpaid internship, definitely unbonus, and the question of do I really want to teach junior high/high school.  If I do a master’s in English, I will have to attend class. But that’s always fun. (Yes, I know, I’m really twisted.)  And then I wonder what I could do with an MA in English that I can’t do with a BA in English. I can teach at a community college, I suppose, provided there’s one around here that would hire me. And I could go ahead and get a Ph.D. in English, I suppose, which is a terrifying thought that makes me twitch some more, but then I could teach at a university. Again, of course, supposing that I could actually find a job.

Lots to think about.


I just talked to my husband, thinking he’d be encouraging and supportive. The first words out of his mouth were related to the amount of debt we have. Then he started playing devil’s advocate.  I HATE THAT GAME!!!!  Don’t mess with me! He’s got some really bizarre idea about how I can figure out what I want to do and “leverage” my credits so I can do that. Do I want to be a dentist? Do I want to be a telecommunications engineer? Do I want to run my own business?

When I responded that I’m good at writing and research, he immediately jumped to conclusions that I want to “bury [my] head in the sand” like my mother and stepfather.  Am I them? No, I’m not. But the fact remains that my strengths are in writing, research, teaching, artistic endeavors. I’m not a business person. I’m not a mathematician. I’m not a scientist. I would love to be able to think that way, and understand those things, but I don’t. I could study math every day from now until I die, and not get it.

If he wanted to marry an engineer or a dentist or a business person, he married the wrong woman. When I got a letter from the MBA program at my alma mater, he really pushed me to get an MBA. Despite my protests that I would LOATHE it, he kept pushing it.

So I guess I’m not going to think about grad school right now. Maybe I’ll figure out how much time I’d spend in classes and doing homework, and promise myself to spend that much time in my writing. And when I sell my books, and I will, I would love to shove his words down his throat.

(Oh, and in case you can’t tell, I’m really mad right now.)

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