|my future's so bright...
||[May. 8th, 2001|09:50 am]
*sigh*... I gotta wear shades.
So here's something I've been meaning to ramble on about for a long time now. This past semester my graduate school class of choice was a seminar/discussion thing taught/hosted by two prominent computer graphics professors. I did my best to come off as reasonably intelligent and genuinely interested in graphics (which I am). I think I managed to succeed, which brings me to my current dilemma...
Each person in the class got a day to give a presentation on a research topic of their choice. My presentation happened to fall on the last day of class. It was on texture synthesis, but that's not important right now. When the day arrived, I brought a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts with me to get on the class's good side. The presentation went well, and I managed to stay animated while still delving into the mathematics of the subject. And yes, I rambled. I can't help it. It's what I do when I give talks. At least it's better than being a boring sod.
Being the last day of class, it was also time for teacher evaluations. So the profs left the room, and we filled the things out. This meant, unfortunately, that Nina (one of the profs) didn't get a chance to nab any donuts. So being the dutiful and kind-hearted student I am, I brought the leftovers (!) to her office afterwards.
Flashback 2 weeks previous: I couldn't make it to class because I had too much work to do, so I sent Nina a note saying so, and joked that she should just give me a fellowship or a big pile of money so that I wouldn't have to work anymore.
Well on this day, as we ate donuts, she said that she'd have more funding next year, and that if I wanted to, I could probably get accepted to the phD program, do graphics research and live happily ever after.
So now you see my problem. I'm making pretty damn good money now (by my standards), and I'll soon be credit-card debt free, which is awesome. After that I was going to save up for a house. a HOUSE! Can you imagine? Contrary-wise, I could be a full-time student again. I could do research, teach classes, hang out on campus, and get a phD.
I'm torn. What's a boy to do?