Grad School Drop Out

[lauraknagel]

you’re okay

he’s not chasing you any longer

then tell me why can i

feel him breathing down my neck

[lauraknagel]

i am safe

i am no longer in any danger

then why am I so afraid

that if i don’t keep going I’ll be 

back in violence

[lauraknagel]

So.

There’s this thing called graduate school.

Long story short: I pursued an MA in Counseling Psychology until I didn’t. Then I dropped out. 

Another way to phrase this could be, “transfer” or “post-pone” but I enjoy calling things as they are: I seriously dropped the fuck out of grad school.

This means I’m a college drop out. Maybe for the first time in my life, I am embracing the mess and moving on. 

Perhaps I want to pursue an MSW, as if I actually know what I want to do for the rest of my life. (Oh yeah, did I mention prior to dropping out, I had my life “figured out” since I was 14??? Now everyone collectively laugh.) 

I don’t fucking know and I’m okay with that for now. I am quite the passionate person (shocker for those who know me - hope you were sitting down), so I have many ideas of where to go. Instead of having one goal dictate my every decision, I am now going to try making decisions and seeing where they lead me. Something about “being present” or “enjoying the moment” or “taking it day by day” - again, I don’t really know. 

My life is a mess, just like every other 20-something.

Welcome to the blogging world of the messy life of a grad school drop out.