The worry that I might be mistakenly wanting to go to grad school because of nostalgia for college has crossed my mind, but I’ve never taken it seriously. Like Miss Self-Important, I’ve always assumed that the bits of college I liked the most are heavily featured in grad school. As Jacob Levy puts it:
Neither, however, is the warning generically for Chicago undergrads. If you find yourself nostalgic for your Chicago undergrad experience (particularly, say, midterms-through-finals of winter quarter when it feels like your work stretches out forever into both the past and the future) you’re probably doomed to grad school.
For some reason, my most memorable courses were almost all in winter quarter. So I was generally pumped up, work-wise, in winter. I think most of my best work was done during that midterms-through-finals period. And at that stage a one week break at the end of it all sounds heavenly. The real ‘oh shit’ period for me was generally at the end of spring break, when I would realise that one week of rest is simply not enough and there’s eleven more weeks of what just hit me to come. Now I’m not nostalgic for that feeling. But it only lasted for a short while, as the first week of the quarter would quickly descend, with the attendant adrenaline rush from the prospect of novelty.*
In college I used to be pathetically easily distracted from exhaustion. In my current situation, it’s a perpetual struggle to bar exhaustion from my conscious thoughts. This despite sleeping about twice as much as I did in college.
*It’s quite likely that I’ve written this paragraph, nay, the whole blog post, out of pure nostalgia.
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