Commencing
Saturday was my graduation from college. It was a lot different than I thought it would be: I was bored out of my mind, only getting excited when the Dean of Academic Affairs said, "Will the candidates for the Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Sciences please stand?"
Now, I'm left with a feeling of emptiness that mixes with and dilutes the thrill of accomplishment, but at least I can say I made it.
I've decided not to completely give up on graduate school, but rather to delay it. I spoke with the professor who encouraged me to rethink my easy acceptance of rejection from ND and to continue to pursue others. So right now, I'm researching more programs repolishing essays, finding copies of the history journal I co-edited, writing letters to professors.
I feel like a yo-yo, back and forth about this issue constantly. But I keep coming back to it; the most random things make me think about it. Right now, I'm reading The Barn at the End of the World, and the author (Mary Rose O'Reiley) mentions that she was raised Catholic but that the hideous post-Vat II church music started making her rethink her faith. That struck a huge chord with me. This music, or the lack of it, really affects people. It makes and breaks faith in some.
And I really shouldn't have given up my crusade as easily as I did. So this time I'm going to do it right--I'm going to research and get in contact and submit everything early and make these universities beg me to join them. And then we'll see what happens from there.
Now, I'm left with a feeling of emptiness that mixes with and dilutes the thrill of accomplishment, but at least I can say I made it.
I've decided not to completely give up on graduate school, but rather to delay it. I spoke with the professor who encouraged me to rethink my easy acceptance of rejection from ND and to continue to pursue others. So right now, I'm researching more programs repolishing essays, finding copies of the history journal I co-edited, writing letters to professors.
I feel like a yo-yo, back and forth about this issue constantly. But I keep coming back to it; the most random things make me think about it. Right now, I'm reading The Barn at the End of the World, and the author (Mary Rose O'Reiley) mentions that she was raised Catholic but that the hideous post-Vat II church music started making her rethink her faith. That struck a huge chord with me. This music, or the lack of it, really affects people. It makes and breaks faith in some.
And I really shouldn't have given up my crusade as easily as I did. So this time I'm going to do it right--I'm going to research and get in contact and submit everything early and make these universities beg me to join them. And then we'll see what happens from there.
posted by Anna Clare at 9:09 PM
3 Comments:
You sound much more relaxed, more reflective, in this post than in previous posts. Stay true to your ideals, Anna! And never forget the unpredictability of God's plans: He might send you somewhere other than ND.
Oh, I'm well-aware that I might end up where I least expect: my list of schools is a good 10 long.
While you're delaying grad school, I know a certain Irish band (www.ashandrowan.com) who will need a flute player as of fall semester. How far away are you from Baltimore?
Good luck with all your post-graduation excitement/letdown.
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