The idea is terrifying and exhilarating. Walking through the campus of one of the schools to which I am applying today, I was struck by this thought: "Professor Cloyd, how long does our mid-term paper have to be?" My breath caught in my chest and I smiled remembering the response of a favorite college professor: "As long as it needs to be for you to make your point." The next thought almost made me trip: "Students will call me Dr. Cloyd."
I used to imagine altered daily routines that included another person,a husband--my husband. And while those daydreams still exist and still occur, these new dreams exist. Now I am playing out scenarios that involve office hours spent meeting with nervous undergrads and grading stacks of papers. I imagine observational studies and I find myself contemplating various areas of research interest. I make mental lists of academics I could partner with in my research. I imagine wearing [attractive, fashion forward] tweed jackets with trouser jeans and boots as I walk around the front of a lecture hall extolling the positives and negatives of behavioral psychology. I picture the shocked looks on the faces of my students as I regale them with tales of psychological experiments prior to the introduction of ethical standards and committees.
I am terrified because every day I am actively pursuing this dream.
I am exhilarated because every day I am actively pursuing this dream.
3 comments:
my goodness. i could not be more proud of you.
Thanks, friend. You are a source of constant encouragement and inspiration!
I am so essited that everday yur pursuing yur dreem. Surious.
I love you Dr. Haley Cloyd. Io sono molto orgogliosa di te!! As Erica said, I am so proud of you too!
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