In my dreams last night, I showed up to my first day of class. As in, first day of GRAD SCHOOL. I just went for a tour, but classes were starting and the office people gave me my schedule and told me to get moving. My first class was a Microbiology class. I've never taken Micro, nor do I have any desire to take Micro, so when I realized this was my new field, I panicked.
At 3:33 A.M. I woke up in a cold sweat trying to remember if I had even taken the GRE, yet. Instead of falling back to sleep like a normal human being, I stared at the ceiling reminding myself that I am not ready to dive into grad school. Then, I wondered if maybe that dream was supposed to convince me that I AM ready for grad school?! It was after 4:00 when I had to tell myself that even thinking about this is ridiculous. I have to get through this semester before I can do ANYTHING. At that point, I decided it was time to go to sleep. But, that didn't quite happen.
Instead of thinking about grad school, I started thinking about relocating away from La Crosse. For some reason, this thought makes me happier than a fly on a shit pile. It's a thought that I've invested a lot of time into between writing papers, reading chapters, and watching freshmen make out in the hallways. (GET A ROOM, YOU MORONS! Happy Valentine's Day, by the way.)
So, that is how I spent the first few hours of my morning. Thinking. About my future. It's thrilling to think about at this point. I have four cities in mind and it may come down to a coin toss. I have been scoping out the job markets, the cost of living, apartments, and YES... I have even scoped out colleges for when I'm ready to pursue my Master's. (Just, not this fall!)
And then, by 8:00 AM it was right back to the reality of senioritis. The endless pile of work to do, but I am actually starting to enjoy because it FINALLY pertains to what interests me! Research topics are narrowed down and will be decided on within a week. It's in the 40s today and I'm only wearing two layers, instead of 3 or 4. I tried a new laundry detergent and I haven't broken out in an allergic rash of itchiness, yet.
All in all, I'd say it's been a pretty good day so far.