After a relatively late night last night, I was looking forward to sleep for a solid six hours before rising to head back to class. As my luck would have it, I had the pleasure of waking not to my usual alarm of The Littlest Hobo theme song, but rather a domestic dispute outside my door. Good morning, Clayton Park! Sigh. So my cortisol levels are a bit elevated. Rant, rant, rave, rave.
On a happier note (depending on how you want to look at it), I've started my final course of my MAEd! Im very excited to be done, though I'm a bit remorseful for rushing things so much. Such is the life of a working poor student I suppose. I've realized I may never be finished with school, regardless of whether I'm enrolled in a degree program or simply taking courses out of interest. I've already found my next course to take, at Dal - Advanced Analysis of Complex Survey Data. Is it sad that I'm over-the-top excited to get back into quantitative research? As much as I love words and value the contribution of qualitative research, I'm now at the point where I just need some numbers in my life. I'm scheming to find a way to create my thesis out of that course if possible. Largely contingent on my not finding full-time employment this summer, but it's still fun to dream...
So my final course - after my mini-rant, it probably seems odd that I'm taking a Writing for Qualitative Inquiry course. Consider it my last-ditch effort to get some passion back for writing and qualitative research. Don't get me wrong; I love writing; words are my best friends. But we've had a bit of a falling out the past few months. Will we rekindle our tumultuous relationship, find our passion for each other again? Stay tuned; your guess is as good as mine.
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