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So it turns out I am not any better at posting in this blog than in any of my others. Even if it's for a grade. Then again, I also procrastinate on the things I get grades on, so it's no surprise that I have not all of a sudden grown into a grown-up in the last 6 months.
I am not sure if I do not like this program or if I do not like the midterms for my first semester of grad school. It's also possible that I do not like grad school. I have one degree. Do I seriously need another? But I'm comforting myself with my Myers-Briggs result saying that I can do this. That I will enjoy the eventual career, that I will not be doing this forever. But you know what I also enjoy? Working at Kroger. Not telling my classmates that I have a grocery job instead of a library position to gain experience. That part is kind of awkward. But I enjoy it. And I wish money did not matter as much and that I could do the minimum wage thing for the rest of my life and that it could work that way. But I am attempting to comfort myself right now because that is the difference between the mentally ill and those with personality disorders and those of us that are capable of dealing: we learned how to comfort ourselves and remember the good in times of bad. So eventually I'll have a career I enjoy. Eventually. When grad school is done depressing me and ruining my relationship with my four-hour away boyfriend and making me fat because life is hard and good food is expensive.
I would just like to write criticism of pop culture television and classical literature. I want to be published numerous, numerous times. I would like to have my free time free. I want to be a Buffy the Vampire Slayer expert. That's all.
So yeah, library school. I love the whole world. I just need to keep reminding myself.