Graduate school officially starts tomorrow and I’m a bit nervous about it. The last time I was in school was in ’96 and I was never so relieved to get out. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it, but for me it felt like I wasn’t accomplishing anything. It was just a step on to something else. Undergraduate studies for most people was an enjoyable time, because they at least would come up for air once a week on the weekends to frat parties, socialize, etc. Me? I had my head stuck in the books 24/7. I graduated in exactly 4 years. Have you heard of anyone doing that recently? Probably not. Before that I was the same in high school. All study, and very little play. This “Jack” was quite dull. And it wasn’t as if I was an overachiever. My grades were good, but they certainly wouldn’t have gotten me in the top tier schools. Or rather, I didn’t want to attend those schools. I just wanted to find myself. That sounds so retarded when you say it out loud. I guess studying 16 solid years without an interruption soured me on school. After I’d gotten my undergraduate degree I swore that I would only return to school when the memory of my undergraduate studies had diminished and I was ready to move on to something I wanted. Apparently, it takes about 8 years for my memories to diminish. Or maybe it was because I’d just hit 30 last year. Whatever it was I’m more comfortable in my own skin now than I was at 22 or 18. I now know what I want. And if it isn’t exactly what I need, then at least the pursuit of it is worthwhile.