I'm panicking right now about the prospects going back to grad school at the end of the summer. I've lost the ability to think straight about my situation. I need some help.
I’ve looked through a lot of posts for help, including my own a few months ago, and even contacted some MeFites privately about this (and thank you if you are reading this, I still really appreciate it). But I think its worth posting about.
For the sake of anonymity, I’m in “humanities”, and I’ve been studying with a quantitative bent. Jobs in my field claim to require a master’s degree or 3-5yrs experience as a minimum (neither of which I have unless you count grad school and undergrad as “experience”), but I think this could be circumvented. I’m the typical age for someone who went straight to grad school.
This will run long (sorry), but “key points” and “questions” are identified at the end.
so...
Junior year, I start to question the major I had switched into, and see a career counselor at the college about it. My confidence is renewed. I continue to maintain a very high GPA. My advisors strongly encourage me to go to grad school and strongly discourage all fields but this one. I comply. Since I’m rejected by my first choice, I end up committing to my second choice, one of the top programs in my field and actually better than my top choice. Before I start, I begin to question my decision. I tell some friends about my concerns, and they put a professional career counselor in touch with me (yeah, they actually had her call me). She offers her services for free and insists I come in for one session. I leave the session no more confident but I believe I should “give it a try” for a year or two, then leave with a masters if my concerns are confirmed.
The first academic year of grad school goes by just fine. I’m so incredibly busy I forget about my worries. The stress of being busy never gets me down. I’m pretty bored in classes, but that’s nothing new. At the end of the academic year, I feel ok with the thought of going on. The program is wonderful, the people are a delight, and I feel respected as an individual and a researcher. Summer, isn’t busy since I’m only doing research. By the end of summer, I’m questioning everything again. The school year starts, I’m busy, and forget about my concerns. Then winter break rolls along, my research isn’t doing too well. My concerns turn into distaste. I realize I can’t distinguish between being disappointed with my research and a general distaste for the field. Winter break ends and I’m back in classes. Being busy doesn’t disguise my misgivings anymore. I’m constantly bored in classes, talks, and meetings. I apply for a fellowship anyway and wait to hear. I talk to one of my close friends in the program about my concerns. He feels the same way, which I suspected was the case. I’m glad that I’m not alone. He is and will be the only person I tell that is involved with the program.
By the end of the academic year, I’m drained. Work is a chore like never before. I’m bored out of my mind just thinking about it. I need to push hard just to work on each assignment. Everything else about the program is still great. I love my colleagues as friends and enjoy the professors as people. We all get along. I can’t imagine a better grad school environment; this never changes. But I don’t care about what I’m doing anymore, I can’t picture a happy future for myself in this field and it seems I don’t like academia in general. I don’t want to continue. But, I’ve got nothing to show for the work I’ve done, and that scares me. I decide I should just wait and see, maybe getting a masters and leaving is a good idea. Time ends up making matters worse. I really don’t want to go back. All of a sudden everyone is saying “congratulations”, while I’m thinking “oh s**t”. That fellowship I applied for, I got. People had my back on this one, wrote me letters of recommendation, and went to bat for me when necessary and it worked. I decide to commit to the fellowship; I’d get more money, more recognition, more freedom. What other “more”s could I want? Oh wait, more work? No, I don’t want it, but I’ll get it.
Back to summer research. It still sucks, I’m ashamed of my work, but acknowledge it’s not all my fault. Despite the lack of success I still feel I am respected. My stress levels go up anyway and guilt enters the picture over the fellowship. This is a special fellowship, in house--or in university anyway. My friends were competing for it too and were turned down. I feel undeserving because I do not deserve. By awarding this fellowship to me, people I know and people I don’t are betting on my success as an academic and researcher. I assume because of this, a leave of absence is no longer an option. I worry that if I do leave early, future recommendations may not be so glowing. The feelings I’ve been having become very confused.
My research has a sudden success, results are good. I don’t feel good about it though. Maybe it’s because I still don’t care about my work, and dislike it at this point. Then I find a stupid mistake. Turns out it was a false alarm my research isn’t going well as I thought it was. While good results didn’t make me feel better, finding out the good results weren’t real, that sure makes me feel a whole lot worse. My willingness to grin and abide has been dashed. I don’t feel like I can go on in this program any more. The academic year is fast approaching and I want to dodge it.
You are now up to date.
Thank you if you actually read all that. If not please at least read the key points:
--I’ve had misgivings about my presence in the field since junior year as an undergrad
--I’ve seen two career counselors about my concerns.
--I don’t care about the work I do anymore. I’ve lost interest in the field. I don’t think I want to be in academia.
--I’ve had a tendency to be dishonest with myself and others over my feelings about the field (I say I like it when I don’t, I think I’m in it for the wrong reasons)
--The program is great academically and socially; I actually like the environment and the people.
--I’m good at the coursework.
--I’ve been unsuccessful with, but not necessarily “bad” at, the research.
--Even when the research appears to be going well my feelings don’t change.
--I’ve been offered and accepted a fellowship that others worked to make sure I get. My classmates (who are my friends) wanted it but didn’t get offers. This fellowship actually gives some people (potential recommenders for future applications) a stake in my success.
--I’m feeling fear, apprehension, guilt, panic, anxiety, and shame over the situation
--I think I want out, now.
So here are my questions.
Do I suck it up and continue, or is spending your time in intellectual and emotional misery not worth the payoff?
If I can’t get a master’s, which I believe is the case if I left now, am I shooting myself in the foot by leaving. Will the skills I’ve gained go completely unrecognized and will the hole in my resume damage my future prospects either in the job market or another graduate program? Would getting a master’s actually add so much to make it worth it?
Can I quit without alienating a) the friends who wanted but didn’t get the fellowship, b) the professors who recommended me c) the “program” that now has a stake in my success because of that fellowship? If so, how?
Am I just letting the panic I’m feeling right now get the better of me?
Oh, and I should also say. Despite my last post on the topic, I’m not very clear on what I would want to do or could do instead. Though I do wish I had a more marketable degree.
posted by NormandyJack to work & money (24 comments total)
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It happens to a lot of grad students at certain milestones of a graduate career.
posted by porpoise at 11:38 AM on August 20, 2008