Back in the Game

I feel as though I'm starting to get back into a routine, following my return last week. I suppose I bring it on myself, with all the traveling. Heaven forbid that I actually take a few days to get caught up and rest and relax, when there's so much else that needs to be done (or more aptly, that I would prefer to do) instead of getting my feet back on the ground.

Still no word from the NPSIA regarding the Master's. I suppose it's possible that they opted to mail out a letter rather than send the ever-impersonal e-mail. At this point, I really don't care what they have to say, I just want to know one way or another. Okay, that's a lie. I desperately want to get in.

There are times when I wonder if I'll have the work ethic needed to go back to school, or if I've grown soft from months of predictable routine and regular paycheques. While there are times that I envy the student life I left behind, there are aspects of the working world that I will be sad to put behind me, even if it's just for a year or so.

I suppose the major difference is that I'm passionate about the subject that I'll be studying. This is key, considering that I barely recognize the pimple-faced teenager that picked Cognitive Science as a major way back in the day. Not that it hasn't worked well for me, but looking at where I've ended up, it wasn't exactly the straightest line between the two points. Ah, well.

In the back of my mind is the sad realization that I've haven't tried particularly hard to get into grad school. Thus far, I've applied to one of them. I will be applying to the second by the end of the week but they started accepting applications in January. Hence, I've already given the competition a three month head start.

What gives? Am I confident that I'll get into the program that I applied for? Or did I shoot myself in the foot on purpose? I'm not really sure what the answer to that one is.

Jason and Jake are both tentative for skiing. Anyone else?