It’s not that my time at college has sapped me of my love for history, or that I don’t think I could do the work to get the other degrees. I still love the subject, and, not to pat my own back, but I think I would excel in graduate school. Rather, it’s that I’m afraid that there’s a very good possibility that I could spend 5-7 more years in school and end up not being able to find a tenure track position – and quite frankly, I don’t really have any great desire to join the droves of unemployed PhD holders.

Then again, it’s what I really want to do, or at least think I want to do. I’ve enjoyed the academic setting, the learning, the sharing of ideas. I’m worried about jobs later on down the road, yes, but I’m also fairly positive that if I don’t at least have a go at “The Plan,” twenty years from now, I’m going to be kicking myself.

I suppose I’m basically just waffling here. I know what I want to do, and I’ve known it since basically day one of college. But now that push is coming to shove, I’m (naturally?) having doubts. Friends and family that I’ve spoken to have all urged me to go for it; now if I could just convince myself that it’s what I should do.