Scholarly pursuits, at least for now, have ended. I'm in the sweet spot: between being an undergraduate student - the last socially mandatory educational rite, as far as most of us are concerned - and reaching the point where it becomes imperative to bring some definition to the terms of a post-collegiate reality. Many people have assured me that this, the initial post-grad limbo, was the most frightening period of their lives, but that they felt better about it once suitably terrified, or annoyed, or bored, or otherwise spurred into some sort of action that seemed to move them definitively out of it. 10 days in - after a deep tissue massage, quality time with meine mutter, and several excellent meals both of the homemade and professionally-prepared variety - I'm holding up just fine.
