Student Again

Well, I'm finally registered for classes at UNO. Dominic has had to put up with a much-to-do of my freaking out, and it's not over, buddy, oh no it's not. I suppose the realization that this is the first truly adult endeavor I've ever undertaken is slowly dawning on me. All I know is that this Master's is going to be a lot of hard work, especially if I opt for going the thesis route, which I think I should. But it's something I need to do--so that I know I can do it, but also so I can get my feet planted more firmly on the ground. People are very lucky if they can figure out what they want. I never could really, but I think I can make this work for me. If I learn enough and really try to be a good scholar and teacher and (most importantly) a genuine lover of books, I think I can make a career of it. It doesn't make me feel sick to my stomach like so many other options do. Perhaps because the intention behind trying to understand and make use of good literature is noble and good and all about trying to better understand our world and our humanity or something like that. Am I right? Close? A fool?

We'll see where this goes. Hopefully to someplace good. Someplace where my brain will stop feeling like a dead mass of brick in my head and ignite into something that holds something useful, valuable even.