Where’s Rodney Dangerfield when you need him?
Oh, right–he dead.
Regardless, I’m channeling my inner Rodney and am proud to announce that as of this September, I will once again be a college student. That’s right, chumps — I’m headed to grad school.
It’s a “professional” M.A. program, meaning it’s tailor-made for people who are already employed in a related field. Classes are Tuesday and Thursday nights, year-round (no weekends, ever. Righteous.). I graduate in two years with a real, live master’s degree.
No one genuinely believes me when I say it–and, quite honestly, I’m not sure why I keep repeating it–but I’m not doing this to get a better job, promotion or raise. If I get no professional benefits from this, I’ll be okay with that. I’m truly doing this because the subject matter fascinates me; I can think of few things more fulfilling and fun than sitting around discussing the Psychology of Advertising (an actual class in my program) with a like-minded group of my peers. If I should get a promotion or raise because of it, great. If, when all is said and done, my professional opinion is more respected, awesome. If, in the meantime, I stock up on overpriced U of M paraphernalia and enjoy discounted football tickets and regularly eat in a student cafeteria and pose for a horrible student I.D .photo and blow a bunch of money at Office Max… well, gosh–that’s just delicious icing on an already delicious cake.
I’m fucking stoked about this.
And a little worried for Adam. Dude has to fend for himself two nights a week for two years — that’s 208 Red Baron frozen pizzas and, like, 600 Surly beers. I have every confidence he’ll be just fine… but I don’t believe I’m being egotistical to worry that this will kind of suck for him. He married me for a reason, after all, and me being gone 10 extra hours each week probably wasn’t in his master plan.
But we’ll make it work. ‘Cause we’re awesome like that. And as my boss’s boss said today when I shared the news, “You’re always happier when you’re busy.” If that’s true (which I believe it is), I’m about to become a very, very happy girl.
Wish me luck.