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Thursday, August 11, 2005


I dreamt last night that a woman from Loyola called me to say, "We've looked over your school records and don't think you'll be able to hack it here, so don't even try."

Just my insecurities manifesting themselves in dreams, I guess. The older I get, the less sure I am of my intellectual capabilities. That and I haven't done school work in a good eight years. But besides that, I'm worried about what to specialize in as a career. I have the vague idea that you're supposed to know it before you do grad school, so there you can hone your skills, but since I don't know yet, I'm hoping grad school is the place where I can explore what specialization I want.

I might be burnt out on crisis.

Dr. D, she of hip psychologist fame, says the common thread running through my speech when I talk about work is wanting to help people feel safe. I wonder what job in which I could participate in that? (That's not crisis work, I mean.)


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