Third Post in a Row!

God help me, I'm a bad blogger.

A few weeks ago, I wrote an editorial in Golden Words called "Grad School Blues," where I basically complained about how tough graduate work is. I stand by my previous statement: my MA so far has been the academic equivalent of boot camp. Sometimes, I wish I was doing push-ups in the mud instead of reading about the agricultural history of Maryland, but I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.

It seems like every week since September for me has been essentially the same. And that terrifies me more than anything in the world: am I settling into a routine? Aren't I too young for this? Is it just going to be 40-hour (if I'm lucky) work weeks from now until I retire?

Not that I'm lazy, although a solid case could be made for that particular attribute. I just dread the idea of waking up an old man, and realizing that I haven't accomplished all the things I meant to while I was still young and ambitious.

Or maybe I'm getting way ahead of myself, and I direly need some sleep. Over to you, Espeut.