In my professional seminar class this morning, we talked about graduate school. The dirty details, the straight truths, the blunt facts. All that scary stuff. I regret that I didn’t get this knowledge in the fall of my junior year. I regret that I didn’t become more involved in activities, clubs, and events right from my freshman year. I regret that I didn’t pursue friendlier relationships with my professors. I regret that I started the research and application process for grad school so late. I regret how naive I was (and am).
But, what can I do now? What’s done is done. Yet it’s almost impossible not to stress about the coming months and wonder where the hell I’m going to be next fall. Are any of my readers older that have been through this process? Care to share your experience?