Sometimes I'm a little vocal about the fact that grad school hasn't been the *best* experience for me. In fact, I'm usually a little jealous of friends and colleagues who seem to be gleaning interesting material from their classes. After all, the classroom discussion was one of the major reasons I entertained the idea of grad school at all.
After a few frustrated statements to the members of my small group, one man looked and me and asked, sincerely, "So why are you in grad school?"
I gave a couple of mostly honest answers: I do feel that educators should constantly pursue learning. It would allow me the opportunity to teach dual-credit classes. I could apply to work at a community college if the requirements for secondary educators hit rock bottom. (Or maybe it's to develop enough intelligence to avoid products like Jergens Natural Glow? Orange is a beautiful color, but it was never meant to be a skin color.)
Then, people remind me that I'll make more money, and I try to pretend like that's something I value. But let's be honest (since that's a major goal of mine here): I just don't care that much about the money. Favorite and I aren't getting independently wealthy, but we don't do without either.
If I were being completely honest about grad school,though, I'd tell people that it's a way of moving forward with my life. Because, let's do a little more of that honest thing here, there hasn't been a lot of progress on just about every other front. And lack of progress can lead dry, dusty people to do crazy things--almost anything for a little refreshment.
Honestly, I thought a class or two might help the bike feel a little less stationary. Instead, it's been a repetitive reminder of what I would've ignored had things been a little less stagnant. More recently, it has spawned prayers that God will make an oasis on arid, forgotten soil (Isaiah 44).
So why am I in grad school?
Because I'm pursing the only opportunities available for me right now. But I'm praying that won't always be the case.