casual musings on the event of my return to school

 This is technically the first day of the new semester, but I have no Monday/Wednesday classes, so tomorrow is my first day back. I'm teaching a class at 8am and then I have various combinations of office hours, Advanced Phon/Phon, Historical Sociolinguistics, and Quantitative Methods. This is only the second semester I've taught (and last semester felt Really rough, although I'm sure probably no rougher than anyone else's first semester teaching) so I'm not looking forward to starting the semester off with an "oh god I have to be an authority."

It's at times like these that I inevitably wonder whether academia was really the right idea for me. Which is funny because I've wanted to be a linguist since I was.....13? 14? I'm literally the only person I know in my entire program who has known what they wanted to study since before high school. I've been focused on it for over ten years. 

( my annual quarter life crisis musings under the cut )