Mastering

Funny, since last July my graduate school choices have been set, and now here I am, finalizing my applications in a pinch. It's not that I have been putting them off, though I do admit to some weaker-moment procrastination, there were always to-do tasks on my already-done list. The reason for the pressure is that I underestimated how many tiny details would be required to finish the process. Like the all the little pennies that add up to big dollars.

While on the subject, I have also underestimated the cost of my future education. In fact, when looking at one semester's tuition, I believed in my heart of hearts it was the tuition for a whole year. Now here I am looking at the total bill, millions of pennies more than I expected, and it's hard not to be dollar-sign depressed about it.

But in the end, the thrill of getting back to school, in pursuit of a career I love, umbrellas over the ass-pains involved. My degree in public health will be the perfect cocktail of educating, organizing, traveling, planning, all those obsessive habits that make me happy, and all for the greater good. Perhaps there is some naïvete too, some stars in my eyes about what will be an uphill battle for funding and against political mishmosh. Still, if I can handle all this application caca, I can handle anything.