If only getting a Master's degree (or any degree for that matter) were as easy as it always seemed to be in the Berenstain Bears books.
Today begins my third year of graduate school. A year from now I will hopefully be starting up my very last quarter, mentally preparing to graduate. I really don't have a lot left to do. I have completed the majority of my coursework. All I need is an elective or two, one quarter of a foreign language, a creative writing class, my internship, and my thesis. It's really not that much, yet I keep dragging my feet. I'm just not really excited about school anymore.
I think I'm tired of the student role. I absolutely love learning, but being a student means that I am constantly in a state of transition. It also means that we're broke a lot of the time, since Roy's a student as well. I can only hope that we can both find jobs after graduation that will actually pay enough.
So, I might be blogging less. I'm not really sure right now. I only have 1 class this quarter - a poetry seminar. Hopefully it'll be interesting and will draw me back in to the academic world so I can do well these last 4 quarters. After how hard I've worked, it would be a shame to lose my hard-earned GPA just because of burnout.