But in case you're still reading after my blabbing, I have a short teaser that shows the kind of issues the book will address.
“My goal is a Ph.D. in English literature by the time I’m twenty-five.” It just rolls off my tongue; after all, I have been saying it since I was eight. In third grade, I discovered the Little House books and got really into reading; then someone—I can’t remember who, maybe a teacher or a customer at Teatime—told me the “best” you could be at reading was a Ph.D. in English. I wanted to be the best, so I started saying I was going to get my Ph.D…and once the word spread that an eight-year-old was talking about getting her Ph.D. in English, and it was darn cute, every adult I came into contact with asked me about it. Pretty soon the response was second nature, and somewhere along the line, as I got older, it transformed from a cute, precocious kid thing to my actual college plan.
To tell the truth, this is the first time I’ve really, consciously thought about it in years. And yes, I did spend half of last year writing application essays about my educational goals. I thought a lot about how to convince admissions officers I belonged at their prestigious schools…but I didn’t think about what I’d really, truly be doing once I got into, and then through, college.
Of course, my plan’s all shot to pieces now.