I was in Idaho! For a few minutes.
So Matt and I are officially done with what I have deemed “The Great Somewhat American Unofficial PhD Road Trip (to Utah and back).” Or, for short, that long-ass trip.
Yeah. I think it was somewhere in Nebraska that I changed the name to that second one. Really, I still agree with the Nebraskan woman who deemed it “Hell” a few years back at a gas station outside of Kearney. Of course, I guess I’ve always pictured hell with pits and stuff. But that would require changes in elevation, and that would not be quite the same. And in defense of the state, the western portion is somewhat more varied. But the tumbleweed there is fierce. One slammed into the car and woke me up. The audacity. I felt as if I were in a Wile E. Coyote cartoon. Clearly whoever drew those cartoons was familiar with “ye olde prairie lands.”
Anyway, back to the story. Well, there isn’t actually a coherent story. The juxt of it is that I chose a school. I’m not sure if I should say what it is yet. It might be obvious. I don’t know. So if you know me and see me, ask. If not, I’ll tell y’all next week. How did I choose? Well, when I was high-fived by an eminent scholar in my field because I stated that I hate doing something because I suck at it (pretty much my exact wording) I knew that I had found my place in the world. And my people. I heart rhetoric and technical communication. And academia. And sleeping in my own bed.