I just had an epiphany about why I was so miserable while I was in Graduate School. I went The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill to get a Master of Arts degree in Speech Communication right out of college. During the first year of the two-year program, I felt burned out and almost dropped out. I had always thought that burned out feeling was because I had been in school practically my entire life, but now I think I discovered the real reason.
I didn't have any friends in Grad School.
I am a very social person. I love to talk and spend time with others, and I genuinely like almost everybody. I have lots and lots of friends. However, while I was at Chapel Hill, there was nobody with whom I would just "hang out" and do stuff. I've always had many friends, but perhaps more importantly, I've always had a best friend (or two). In High School, it was Jay and Kim. In college, I had K-Bob and O-Steph. I met Rod at orientation at Law School, and I can't tell you how many hours we spent playing Super Nintendo or eating queso at Chili's. When I lived in Houston, I spent time with the gang from my Singles Sunday School class. Now, I have my friends at the Theatre.
In Grad School, I had squat. There were 29 or 30 other students in our program, and I got along with all of them, even if I was one of only two Conservatives (and the other one never got into political discussions), but I wouldn't say any of them were friends. The only times I really enjoyed Grad School were when I was teaching as a Teaching Assistant and when I performed in a play. During that production, I did hang out a few times with the other cast members, but as soon as the show was over, that interaction came to an end.
Who knows, if I had just made a good friend or two at UNC, I might have wound up a college professor instead of a lawyer.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
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I just have to say the that I'm thankful for the road you took. It is unlikely that we would have met when we did if you had not been where you were.
So, as it has been said in the Rascal Flatts song:
"God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you."
full lyrics here
me
That's Chapel Hell, umm, Hill, for you. Just kidding... had to throw that in, you know.
just so you know that was also an agonizing time for your mom and dad because we knew you were an unhappy camper
good for you for sticking it out!!
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