But then an email arrived that made me reconsider. I got accepted into a Ph.D. program. No word yet on funding, but apparently my finances are so bad that a financial aid counselor thinks even if the school itself has nothing to offer me, the government will aid in picking up the tab.
Do I think this is the answer to all my problems? No. I am not that naïve after having spent some years in adjunct hell. Do I think that I will automatically receive a full-time tenure track job on graduating? No. But damn it, part of me wants to indulge myself in high level thinking and know that at least with the paper key, there might be a chance---more so than there is right now.
So, have I lost my mind? I know academia, despite all its many shades of misery, is still my favorite place to be. Should we open the bourbon with Bubba and celebrate, or should I ask Strelnikov to hand me a Molotov cocktail instead and just put me out of my misery now?