One Month Left...

Exactly four weeks from today, my final semester of grad school will be over! I am one revised PowerPoint and one three-year strategic plan away from being done. Oh yeah, and a whole bunch of reading and discussing of YA books, but that's the easy part. ;-)

Still confused about where I ultimately want to end up, although there are some potential opportunities in school libraries that I am considering pursuing. I start my new job as an auditor at the courthouse on Monday, and part of me is so tempted to just settle into that for awhile... but can I really pass up the chance to pick up where a really fantastic school media specialist left off? Granted, this is assuming I am even offered the position in the first place, and my lack of experience may be a bit of a detriment there... So perhaps I should wait to muse over this issue until I find out whether I even have a shot at that school job.

On a different note, I'm still trying to adjust to the concept of having free time. Part of me is really excited, but part of me is actually a little scared. I've always been depending on having to be at a certain place at a certain time and having deadlines. I feel like I need external motivators in order to get things done. Will I turn into a lazy bum when school is over? Have I maybe earned the right to be a lazy bum? What if I completely lose my momentum?

Although the hardest part, the degree-getting part, will be over. And even if I don't find my dream job right away, at least I can be assured that as of this Monday I will have a good job, instead of the mediocre stuff I've been dealing with until now (please note that the job at the public library is excluded from that statement, it is far from mediocre).

Seriously now, how sad is it that I feel the need to rationalize my right to take a little break this summer, to enjoy my semi-cushy job with my very own office (which, lets face it I probably won't have in most libraries), actually spend quality time with my husband, to have a nice garden instead of the half-assed one I've planted the past two years, to read my fill of recreational books (anxiously awaiting the publication of such non-fiction titles as American Nerd: The Story of My People and The Case for Make Believe: Saving Play in Our Commercialized World, as well as the chance to read a plethora of shallow chick lit and at least one big, thick classic), to actually keep our apartment nice and clean and maybe even consider starting a real house hunt depending on where our lives take us this summer. What a concept.