I've been in grad school for one - yes, ONE semster - and I'm fairly sure there hasn't been a day gone by that I haven't questioned why I ever thought I could do this to begin with. There's nothing more humbling than sitting in a class full of 21-year-old, straight out of undergrad students whilst realizing that, no, you truly do not have the intelligence capacity they do. At least not anymore. Which make me wonder if I ever did...
My paper: due Monday, 25 (at least) pages of research and counseling processes on a theory of my own choosing. My theory? Possibly the hardest theory in the world of counseling theories to write a research paper on, and - even better - the exact theory my professor practices. Man, I'm really racking in those intelligence points. I've spent about eight hours a day in the library or the union (The Joe) here at UNR and I've gotten virtually nothing done. So, what am I doing now? On a Saturday night, two days before this paper that will determine my existence in the school of counseling and educational psychology? Writing a blog, updating my paypal, reading up on the Amanda Knox trial, dicking around. Procrastinating. I will pay.
