School's coming...

You know, when I first went to college my dreams were grandiose in nature. I wanted to be a college professor; ostensibly to keep from having to live completely in the real world for my entire life. Well, as it turns out, that didn't exactly happen. When the dust settled on my undergrad career I was in a rough place, hauling myself back up out of the hole I had dug myself into with the help of family, friends, and an incredibly awesome therapist (Seriously, the dude helped me with my clinical depression twice and I will love him forever for it).

So, now, 7 years later, I am embarking on my graduate studies. Finally.

It hasn't quite sunken in yet.

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Nope, not yet.

While I am looking forward to going back to school, I just haven't wrapped my head around it. I have my books ordered, I have my classes set up, and I'm getting that itch to buy fresh school supplies (despite generally hating school, except college, I always enjoyed back-to-school shopping). Despite all of that, it still doesn't feel real yet. I imagine that my first day of class will finally slam it home, but, who knows?

The most frustrating part, for me, is not having a clue as to what to expect. My sisters have mentioned what I can look forward to, as far as what the classes are like, but there is no correlation I can see between studying to get my Masters in Library Science and the studies I did for my History degree. Apart from the fact that there are papers and tests and reading (the basics, as all classes have), I'm not sure what to expect.

I also am having the hardest goddamn time trying to express what I'm talking about.

Let's look at it this way. When you tell someone that you are getting a history degree, there are certain assumptions made; the most prominent of which is that your studies include the understanding not only of the events that took place, but what transpired to cause those events. It involved sifting through historical texts, some archaeological evidence at times, and putting the pieces together to construct an plausible interpretation of events.

When I tell people I'm getting a Masters in Library Science, it seems to conjure up the idea of taking classes on how to shush people and check out books.

Now, from a purely academic standpoint, I understand that pursuing an MLS focuses on the retrieval of information and presenting that information in a form that should be, more or less, usable by anyone with a brain in their head. What I'm failing to grasp is how's. It seems, at least to me, that I'm getting a Masters degree in the proper methodology of learning how to study.

If that makes any sense, which I will assume it doesn't. Not really, anyway.

I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

All of my worrying aside, I'm very excited to be getting back into an academic environment.

Catch you all later!