Sooooo, it’s that time of year, when academia comes crawling back into people’s lives. I’ve been out of the game for a while, and I’m feeling the struggle overcoming inertia. Studying for standardized tests puts knots in my stomach; these things are unpleasant by design.
I’ve got a stack of study guides to wade through that’s literally 7 inches tall. Yes, I’ve measured the stack, because that’s easier to spend time doing than actually wading through the pages.
Standardized tests get me worked up…how cruel is it to design a test that purpos messes with you?
God, I really want to get into grad school though. There’s something so safe and comforting about the routines of school to me. I’m curious, a learner, by nature…it’d be like coming home after a long trip…
…and what a weird, long, strange trip it’s been.