
Gah, it's been a whole half month since I last posted. I must apologize. Whenever I'm on blogger, I seem to get caught up with stuff for Bitch, please. Which, once again, thanks for reading! We've been getting a lot of positive response.
This past month, my semi-depressive state has shifted to recklessness. I just need out! And this has built to a renewed interest in graduate school. I know, I know guys, I said I wouldn't do it. And if I did, it would be some time from now, when I had failed at real life.
I wouldn't exactly say I failed yet. But I'm just not stimulated by my job. Or this path. I'm not cut out for small-to-mid-sized cities. I need academics around me, even just as my friends. I miss learning. And learning random ass shit, theories that make your brain hurt that you can't explain to your friends and family back home but, blow your mind.
For the longest time, I've been dreaming of the city. The Big City, to be exact. For undergrad, my dream school was NYU but, once I saw that price tag I didn't dare apply. Well, I realized this month that I have to make that dream a reality. If I'm going to school anywhere, that's where I need to go. It's the cultural center of the US. In a lot of ways, it is the center of the US, where all the action goes down at least.
My only problem is, what to study?????????? NYU has some brilliant sounding majors. Check out their graduate studies page. In journ alone, there are 8 different majors, including one for social commentary and criticism, which let's face it, is probably the kind of writing I'm best at. I like reporting and all. Love interviewing people. But when it comes down to it, I want to be opinionated about things. There are so many majors just around communication and media. PR is a major. Publishing - magazine and book - is a major. And their anthro/entho department sounds cool too. What's a girl to do? Major in social commentary/social analysis/publishing/writing/etc etc? I don't have any specific topic I want to study at this point. And I'm not married to journalism either. What I'd really love to do is take a bunch of awesome pop culture, ethno, sociology, and writing classes. But that's random and would not qualify me for any sort of job.
The other worry of course is money, money, money. As I said, cost deterred me from even just applying last time. Even without school in the equation, housing in NYC is incredibly expensive. An apartment would just be impossible to manage. And the dorms, all I can say is I hope someone will give me some cash to attend. I don't want my loans to take over my life. Most of the campus housing appeared to cost more than a year of tuition at U of I. There's even a room that costs $30,000. Isn't that crazy? I think it is. Sure, these are semi-deluxe private rooms with a kitchenette and bathroom. But really? That place should be magical for how much it costs. And apparently, you still have to pay for Internet and cable. In order to pass for this lifestyle sans loans or aid, I'd have to work at least decade at National City and never spend a dime.
And hell no, I will not be doing that. So, in the wise words of Tim Gunn, I'm going to make it work. I don't know how but I will.
This past month, my semi-depressive state has shifted to recklessness. I just need out! And this has built to a renewed interest in graduate school. I know, I know guys, I said I wouldn't do it. And if I did, it would be some time from now, when I had failed at real life.
I wouldn't exactly say I failed yet. But I'm just not stimulated by my job. Or this path. I'm not cut out for small-to-mid-sized cities. I need academics around me, even just as my friends. I miss learning. And learning random ass shit, theories that make your brain hurt that you can't explain to your friends and family back home but, blow your mind.
For the longest time, I've been dreaming of the city. The Big City, to be exact. For undergrad, my dream school was NYU but, once I saw that price tag I didn't dare apply. Well, I realized this month that I have to make that dream a reality. If I'm going to school anywhere, that's where I need to go. It's the cultural center of the US. In a lot of ways, it is the center of the US, where all the action goes down at least.
My only problem is, what to study?????????? NYU has some brilliant sounding majors. Check out their graduate studies page. In journ alone, there are 8 different majors, including one for social commentary and criticism, which let's face it, is probably the kind of writing I'm best at. I like reporting and all. Love interviewing people. But when it comes down to it, I want to be opinionated about things. There are so many majors just around communication and media. PR is a major. Publishing - magazine and book - is a major. And their anthro/entho department sounds cool too. What's a girl to do? Major in social commentary/social analysis/publishing/writing/etc etc? I don't have any specific topic I want to study at this point. And I'm not married to journalism either. What I'd really love to do is take a bunch of awesome pop culture, ethno, sociology, and writing classes. But that's random and would not qualify me for any sort of job.
The other worry of course is money, money, money. As I said, cost deterred me from even just applying last time. Even without school in the equation, housing in NYC is incredibly expensive. An apartment would just be impossible to manage. And the dorms, all I can say is I hope someone will give me some cash to attend. I don't want my loans to take over my life. Most of the campus housing appeared to cost more than a year of tuition at U of I. There's even a room that costs $30,000. Isn't that crazy? I think it is. Sure, these are semi-deluxe private rooms with a kitchenette and bathroom. But really? That place should be magical for how much it costs. And apparently, you still have to pay for Internet and cable. In order to pass for this lifestyle sans loans or aid, I'd have to work at least decade at National City and never spend a dime.
And hell no, I will not be doing that. So, in the wise words of Tim Gunn, I'm going to make it work. I don't know how but I will.