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I'm not sure why I am posting these journal entries. I know the majority of you have absolutely no interest in reading them. I guess my hope is that there is someone out there experiencing the same thoughts/feelings/emotions as I. I guess I'm clinging to the hope that I am not alone in what I am experiencing as I go through this process of pursuing my goals. At any rate, here's where I am at.
I'm feeling rather discouraged at the moment. There is no specific reason for my feeling discouraged. I guess I've just been looking back on my undergrad years thinking, "I could have done more." Sure I aced all my psych classes, and even while working full-time. But I didn't do anything else. No research outside of my classwork. No job experience. No volunteer work. Nothing. Just good grades and a lot of desire. My professors advised me time and time again. "It's important you do outside research," they said. "Graduate schools will want you to have experience." I knew I should heed their words, but at the time I thought it was more important I study hard and get the best grades possible. A high GPA was more important to me than research or experience. Now that I am faced with placing applications to grad schools, however, I'm questioning my past logic and wishing I had sacrificed one or two of those A's in favor of gaining some field experience.
I guess there is no use dwelling on the past. All I have is the present, and the only thing I can do is try to get into a program with what I have going for me now. Should I get rejected I'll just have to work on beefing up my credentials. It's not that I'd have a problem with waiting another year or two before being admitted into a program. I'll do whatever they tell me I need to do, whether it be research, or job experience, or both. It's just that the thought of waitressing for 2, 3... heck, even one more year, just sickens me. I'm so sick of it. I can't get any other job because 1.) I have no experience, and 2.) the job market sucks. I can't even get entry level positions, and the few that I probably could get would not allow for me to support myself. So waitressing allows me to get the most money for my work. But I hate it. Do you have any idea how unfullfilling and thankless of a job it is, to take orders from people day after day, night after night; Hearing the same stupid complaints, getting the same lousy tips, and dealing with the same meaningless, monotonous tasks? I've been doing this since I was 19, and I thought I had said "goodbye" to my server days when I graduated college last year. But, suffice it to say, it's my best option for the time being. I've tried to change my attitude about it. But I can only last so long before it gets to me. It's not even the monotony of the job that bothers me most. It's the fact that I feel like I"m waisting my life away doing something completely meaningless.
Sorry for the rant. I just really want to get into a doctoral program so I can get my life on track already, and I'm so fearful of failing and being a waitress for the rest of my life.
ok... I'm done now.
Game on.
I'm feeling rather discouraged at the moment. There is no specific reason for my feeling discouraged. I guess I've just been looking back on my undergrad years thinking, "I could have done more." Sure I aced all my psych classes, and even while working full-time. But I didn't do anything else. No research outside of my classwork. No job experience. No volunteer work. Nothing. Just good grades and a lot of desire. My professors advised me time and time again. "It's important you do outside research," they said. "Graduate schools will want you to have experience." I knew I should heed their words, but at the time I thought it was more important I study hard and get the best grades possible. A high GPA was more important to me than research or experience. Now that I am faced with placing applications to grad schools, however, I'm questioning my past logic and wishing I had sacrificed one or two of those A's in favor of gaining some field experience.
I guess there is no use dwelling on the past. All I have is the present, and the only thing I can do is try to get into a program with what I have going for me now. Should I get rejected I'll just have to work on beefing up my credentials. It's not that I'd have a problem with waiting another year or two before being admitted into a program. I'll do whatever they tell me I need to do, whether it be research, or job experience, or both. It's just that the thought of waitressing for 2, 3... heck, even one more year, just sickens me. I'm so sick of it. I can't get any other job because 1.) I have no experience, and 2.) the job market sucks. I can't even get entry level positions, and the few that I probably could get would not allow for me to support myself. So waitressing allows me to get the most money for my work. But I hate it. Do you have any idea how unfullfilling and thankless of a job it is, to take orders from people day after day, night after night; Hearing the same stupid complaints, getting the same lousy tips, and dealing with the same meaningless, monotonous tasks? I've been doing this since I was 19, and I thought I had said "goodbye" to my server days when I graduated college last year. But, suffice it to say, it's my best option for the time being. I've tried to change my attitude about it. But I can only last so long before it gets to me. It's not even the monotony of the job that bothers me most. It's the fact that I feel like I"m waisting my life away doing something completely meaningless.
Sorry for the rant. I just really want to get into a doctoral program so I can get my life on track already, and I'm so fearful of failing and being a waitress for the rest of my life.
ok... I'm done now.
Game on.