As long as I’m on the “There’s More to Life than…” kick, I’ll add one more.
While discussing a very important (ahem, sure) piece of literature in a class this week, I threw in this one:
“…because at the end of the day, there’s more to life than the world of academics.”
“Funny. Untrue, but funny,” my professor said. She was joking. (I think.)
[Life Update: I’m four weeks into a master’s program at the University of Michigan-Flint. Some days I really like it, and other days I’m reminded why I was so glad to be done with college.]
Higher education has a knack for prompting those big-picture life-purpose questions:
Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going? Why did that darn chicken cross the road?
Those questions aren’t easy to answer. Think too long about them and you’ll reach insanity. But at some point you must reckon with them.
I haven’t made peace with graduate school yet, but I’m on my way. And the one thing I have decided is this: