Rose 10
As I close Prof Anderson's door, I realize I need a quiet think, opt for a spot behind a building pillar in the student lounge.
However you choose to describe her, "careful", "finicky", "politically correct", it's of course true. So, her agreeing with my revised chapter is a good sign. Pretty much a foregone conclusion my thesis will go through ok, I'll get my Masters degree this semester.
Where does that leave me? In need of reinventing myself.
I suppose I could chug along toward that PhD. First objection, in my heart of hearts I know I lack the energy, interest, ability, talent. Second objection, life gets harder financially. See as long as you haven't completed that Masters, you get lotsa work doing the first year compulsory half classes in English. Once you get the Masters, that all dries up; now you cost more per course hour. Yes, it's coolie wages compared to profs, but sure beats heck outa all those McJobs out there.
I suppose I could do the one year BEd add-on, end up teaching high school literature. Not on your life, I'd sooner trek to the source of the Nile with Darth Vader as expedition chief or be stranded on the Ungava Peninsula in the dead of winter.
Which means - gasp - a job. Hopefully a real job, not just a McJob. I'm aware a lot of people with so called practical degrees are underemployed. So, I can't imagine literature doing great things.
Time up, I practise my rebound shot into the garbage can with my cardboard coffee cup, head for my next class.
However you choose to describe her, "careful", "finicky", "politically correct", it's of course true. So, her agreeing with my revised chapter is a good sign. Pretty much a foregone conclusion my thesis will go through ok, I'll get my Masters degree this semester.
Where does that leave me? In need of reinventing myself.
I suppose I could chug along toward that PhD. First objection, in my heart of hearts I know I lack the energy, interest, ability, talent. Second objection, life gets harder financially. See as long as you haven't completed that Masters, you get lotsa work doing the first year compulsory half classes in English. Once you get the Masters, that all dries up; now you cost more per course hour. Yes, it's coolie wages compared to profs, but sure beats heck outa all those McJobs out there.
I suppose I could do the one year BEd add-on, end up teaching high school literature. Not on your life, I'd sooner trek to the source of the Nile with Darth Vader as expedition chief or be stranded on the Ungava Peninsula in the dead of winter.
Which means - gasp - a job. Hopefully a real job, not just a McJob. I'm aware a lot of people with so called practical degrees are underemployed. So, I can't imagine literature doing great things.
Time up, I practise my rebound shot into the garbage can with my cardboard coffee cup, head for my next class.
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