I have spent the last four years desperately searching for a way to avoid living in my parents’ basement.
Once I was old enough to start doing long division, my ineptitude at mathematics and science became apparent. At this point, it was decided that rather than get an M.D. like my father, I would go on to graduate from a top liberal arts university, get my PhD in humanities or social science, be published by the time I was 24, and tenured by 28. At Yale.
So far I have followed this plan. I graduated from Brandeis University in 2007 with a degree in American Studies and very few practical job skills. After graduating, I moved to England for a one-year M.A. program in American Studies. The plan, naturally, was to come back to the U.S. and apply for a PhD program in American Studies. But here’s the rub:
I don’t know if a PhD in American Studies is the right path for me.
And seriously, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but…
I don’t know if academia is the right place for me.
What might I want to do instead, one might wonder?
Write. The one thing that will land me in my parents’ basement for sure.
I am currently writing (for money!) at Jewesses With Attitude.